Rising tide…

Posted on November 7, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Boggle hole, Clouds, Flood, Humor, Life, Memory, Ocean, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Robin hoods Bay, Science, Sea, Sea level rise, Sketch, Water, Yorkshire2 Comments

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The sea is rising

The rain comes in mountains now.

Falling so fast its like a bomb.

Wet feet

Now wet knees,

Up to my thighs…

We walked once from Robin Hoods Bay

To Boggle Hole.

On the North East Coast

Of Yorkshire.

The sea came in

Along the rocks.

It was faster than us.

He was up to his chest,

I was up to my neck

When we waded out

Of the North Sea.

That was twenty years ago.

Now you only have to look at a cloud

And you are covered, soaked, flooded.

Where will it end?

Up a creek without a paddle?

Rainbow

Posted on September 26, 2019September 26, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Clouds, Photos, Rain, Rainbow, Town, Washed, WritingLeave a comment

Saw a bright rainbow after a sharp rain shower today. Colours in the sky, split into a spectrum. Broken down town illuminated. Life watered / world renewed.

Finished, Jupiter with moon.

Posted on September 25, 2019September 25, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Acrylic, Acrylic on canvas, Clouds, Colour, Fun, Jupiter, Moon, Planet, Space. Art2 Comments

Decided this is finished, not going to overwork it. I added a moon and its shadow. I wanted to keep the colours fresh and interesting. I liked the idea of tipping it at an angle. We tend to have images of planets on a horizontal plane because that is the way the solar system rotates ‘on the plane of the ecliptic’, but if you were on an asteroid skimming past you wouldn’t necessarily be travelling in the same plane as the planets.

Con trail

Posted on September 10, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Clouds, Con trails, Condensation, Environment, Learning, Moisture, Planes, Sky, Vapour trailsLeave a comment

Condensation trail.

Sometimes people mistakenly call them chem trails and assume that planes are dumping chemicals. What the planes are actually doing is disturbing cold moist air in the atmosphere and the moisture (water vapour) condenses out and leaves a trail in the sky behind the plane. They regularly criss cross the sky above where I live as I live quite close to a couple of airports. Obviously they seem more frequent in the summer. If you want to find out more about clouds there is the cloud appreciation society. They have a page on Facebook.

Purple skies

Posted on September 8, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blogging, Camera phone, Clouds, Photos, Purple, Sky, Spode site, Sunset5 Comments

I don’t know why but the usual grey clouds you get at sunset (sometimes tinged with pink) came out strikingly purple last night. I have read that there is dust and ash in the stratosphere from a couple of volcanoes which is giving the sky a violet tinge at the moment. Maybe it’s that or maybe its my camera phone. Anyway I will post a couple of these to the cloud appreciation society Facebook page. Maybe they can explain.

Clouds

Posted on August 31, 2019August 31, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blue, Brampton museum, Cannon, Clouds, Grass, Newcastle-under-Lyme, Park, Sky, Staffordshire, Trees, WhiteLeave a comment

We were out at the Brampton this afternoon and I took some photos of the sky but including other things in the foreground. Like trees, seed pods, and even the cannon that is on the carpark. On one of them it’s almost like a couple of people kissing. Clouds are amazing.

Sun through cloud

Posted on August 21, 2019August 21, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Cat, Clouds, Grey, Heat, Humid, Industrial archeology, Industry, Life, Poem, Poetry, SunLeave a comment

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The sun was shining through the clouds at Spode this afternoon giving everything a moody look.

Grey clouds, leaden

A glimmer of sun

Bright, yellow, hot

Sizzles through the clouds.

Humid heat festers

Industrial view languishes

Only a few plants

And a cat sleeping in the dust,

But alive,

Better than ruins.

Clouds are a pain!

Posted on August 15, 2019 Posted in Fine Art, UncategorizedTagged Art, Blending, Clouds, Design, Landscape, more work in progress, Painting, Shading, Sky, Spode, Stoke-on trent6 Comments

More work in progress photos. I’m struggling to get the clouds right. I need to try and get the detail and shading correct. Also when it’s finished the paintwork on the frames will be all crackled and flakey.

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Looking closer, the greys are dark but not too dark, I may also bring a tiny bit of brown in and thin it down for the wood in the windows. Mostly it’s blending and shading to get a realistic effect.

Waiting for weather.

Posted on August 9, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Atmosphere, Clouds, Environment, Lightening, Power, Rain, Storm, Thunder, Waiting, Water, WeatherLeave a comment

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Sky keeps going dark grey, a sudden squall of rain then bright again, sunshine and showers. I’m watching the trees bend in the wind, the weather station anammometer twirling in the wind. In some places round here the power is out.

As I watch the blitzortung app on my phone I can see thunderstorms trundling across the country. Their trails changing from white, yellow, orange and red. White most recent, red in the past. You can track their movement. I’m not sure if they will get here or bypass us.

The weather is unseasonably autumnal. Festivals due to be happening thus weekend have been cancelled because of the strong winds. I’m sitting here in the dark. The radio is on. My hubby is making coffee and I’m waiting for the first flash.

Light through clouds

Posted on July 27, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Clouds, Creative writing, Forest, Horror story?, Imagination, Sci fi, Short story, Spooky story, Trees, Very short story, Water, Wood5 Comments

In the forest it was gloomy, rain had been falling all day, and a grey swirling cap of clouds seemed to sit just above the treetops.

As she walked into the clearing she looked up. No sign of sunshine. It was almost as dark there as under the trees. At least there was a pool which looked clear. She had got a camping stove and would soon be able to make a hot drink. This then would be her camping spot for the night. Only another 20 miles to her destination.

Then as she prepared her evening meal, the clouds started to part and light streamed into the glade.

The light seemed to trigger movement. All around her the ground seemed to lift up into humps which turned into writhing figures in human form. They had been held down by green tendrils of leaves. The green men. An ancient myth. She screamed as she realised they were surrounding her, mirroring the surrounding trees. Tendrils reaching out and pinning her to the ground. She had realised too late that they were carnivorous plants.

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