bits on the beach
November 17, 2011
Today I found a jacket to match my shoes and a fish picked clean by the gulls . . .
. . bright colours accentuated by the light from a threatening storm and motley shapes and a lot of plastic . . . and a rubber glove in the foreground. Came across three more all left hands.
Since the fishing boats are launched by a caterpillar machine and beached by winch, items are ordered in lines to allow for this movement up and down, but there’s also a higgledy-piggledy look too that matches the tumbling character of the Old Town buildings . . .
. . . a collection of useful objects that look like detritus . . and the inhabitants.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day.
accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster Elizabeth Bishop One Art
November 18, 2011 at 10:18
I love it there, I come away bursting with ideas for paintings.
November 19, 2011 at 15:14
very graphic and singular area of the beach.
November 25, 2011 at 00:07
I love the colours in these photos, the blue really jumps out!
November 25, 2011 at 10:11
yes – all very photogenic and full of character and references – we’re lucky