'Unearthly minstrelsy! then only heard when the soul seeks to hear; when all is hush'd, and the heart listens!'
This series of posts on the category ‘The English Countryside’ is an anthology of prose, poetry and pictures based on personal reminiscences and happy memories of special moments spent in , and (more recently) reading about, the English countryside. It’s primarily for my own pleasure, but also for any other lovers of the English scenery who may care to read it. I’m so grateful for having been born in such a lovely land. Continue reading “Maps and Memories”→
“No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.” – John Donne
An Artists Eye
For every poet, Autumn provides wonderful inspiration for ‘waxing lyrical’—and rightly so– it’s a beautiful season.
Like them, the painter or photographer’s eye always sees more than the rest of us. By going about their business in those ‘golden hours'( one hour after sunrise and an hour before sunset they are able to catch the special lighting effects of early morning and the lengthening of the shadows in the evening when most of us have gone home.
With summer’s heat and haze giving way to morning mists and mellow sun, autumn is re-colouring the landscape once more. The rich autumnal yellows, golds, browns, purples and reds, give the artists the welcome chance to change their palettes, bringing out the ‘warmer colours’ in place of the dominant ‘universal greens’ of summer.