As I write this it is dark and I can hear the foghorn's low tone on the headland. The seagulls have settled in for the night, no more flights til morning. No more soaring on the air currents. Tonight they are grounded to the lonely beaches, cliff ledges and shoreline until dawn releases them again.
6 comments:
Jeanette, I absolutely LOVE this drawing! I want it! The feeling that it exudes is so beautiful!
Katherine, so glad you enjoy it. I love watching seagulls float on air currents effortlessly. This may turn into a full sized drawing one of these days.
You evoke wonderful images with your words as much as with your sketches, Jeanette. This post has a wonderful sense of the peaceful end to the day.
A poem to go with your subtly rendered drawing. Sigh.
Vandy, there is something satisfying about the end of day and a feeling of quiet descending. I'm glad I could translate that for you.
Thanks Elizabeth.
OUTSTANDING drawing and post my friend! Beautifully drawn and beautifully written! a book perhaps of your incredible drawings and lovely words.
and thank you so much for your kind words on morning walk refreshed, i appreciate them so much!
happy creating my friend.
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