november and the sun is warm
November 10, 2013
We woke up to warm sun this Sunday and it was most welcome following torrential rain and a storm ten days ago. Standing in the attic window, I spied a swimmer doing a fast crawl towards the pier – wondered if the sea was warm too – and was a little relieved to see him exit the water about 30 minutes later.
The storm threw the pebbles over the lower promenade disguising the division between beach and tarmac . . .
. . . strong shadows on the soft, sandy, lower stretch . . .
. . . all the crunch is now higher up mixed with seaweed drying out and crisping up.
Taking this shot, I start to notice the cracks and fissures in the concrete oversail . . .
. . and conscious of Cornelia Parker, having watched and been influenced by her episode in What Do Artists Do All Day, started to take more detailed shots . . . .
. . and then I started to think what I was going to do with the photographs – time will tell.
Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee! Emily Dickinson Wild Nights