I have written before about walking Rosie- my brother's Jack Russell- by the River Avon and by the Canal. Now that it is the end of July it is entrancing to see the many flowers on the banks- the nostalgic, overpowering smelling meadowsweet, ragwort, balsam and many others- forming picture after picture. Rosie can be seen cooling herself with a lady-like dip in this unusually (for this non-Summer year) hot weather.
I will divide the images into two posts- the first, mainly flowers against the water:
An Artist- and child of Artists who were mad about trees- I have always been mad about trees. The stories of my involvement with trees will gradually emerge- that is the purpose of the blog. I get such intense joy from the visual experiences of my surroundings- amazing trees/ birds/ flowers/ landscapes/ seascapes/ buildings- that I want others to experience that joy too.
After living with British trees all my life, I was overwhelmed with the beauty and strangeness of the trees in Santa Monica when I first spent some months here in 2004. I immediately wanted to make a home in Santa Monica in order to translate these trees into Art. That’s what I have been trying to do ever since, as I travel backwards and forwards between the US and the UK.
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