Here in Bath the River Avon and the Canal run parallel with each other so that on all your walks you are constantly seeing reflections- depending upon the flow of water and the light. The images you see are often even clearer than the reality. Here are some of them (if, like me, you are puzzled by the fluffy orange hoop in the foreground of the first one, I can tell you that I finally realized it was the tail of a Red Setter who had come on that walk!):
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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