It’s 5.50am and I couldn’t sleep so I drew my cutlery basket and surroundings.. Then I realised the ink from the calligraphy pen isn’t waterproof so did a water wash over it…
#bandofsketchers drawing prompt was basket.
Tag: Water
Reflections
I love using mirroring to change how a photo looks. You can do it vertically (top), horizontally (middle) or both (bottom).
I called them ‘Westport mirrored’, ‘I see frogs’ and ‘stained glass westport’.
I used the layout app which can be used to post images to both Facebook and Instagram. I’m on Instagram @mallabandbrown or #mallabandbrown (I never know which it is!) if you want to see more of my art.
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Dolphin boats
Reflected in the canal, the water is a gorgeous blue. Dolphin boats with its little dolphin symbol on it has been there for years. Its looking a bit tired now. Life is not being kind to it, and with lockdown I don’t even know if it’s open. As well as boat hire they have an air gun shooting range and archery, but we’ve never been in there, just walked past on the other side of the canal….
Sea of sleep
Storm tossed in my duvet
Slipping beneath waves of sleep,
Sometimes floating
Or clawing back to the surface.
Submerged in dreams
And in my galleon
Surrounded by dolphins
I finally wake
In the safe port
In the harbour,
Of bed…
Frost
Frost on the bonnet of my car. How does it grow like that? Feathers created by a mysterious creature called Jack Frost. Water frozen in amazing patterns, crystallising into flakes or swirls or swooping spirals. Beauty in nature, patterns from tiny water molecules.
This photo is from a couple of years ago. I haven’t seen frost like this, this winter. We have has snow, and some passing frosts, but nothing to build up a deep layer of ice like this. I would love to try and draw it if it happens again, particularly when it builds up on the windscreen of my car…
Hats
Hat or not?
Headscarf, cap?
Keep the sun off,
Stay in the shade,
Don’t let the sun burn
Red skin and pain.
Not in this month though
I haven’t seen the sun.
But I’ll still wear my hat
To keep the rain off….
Instead!
Water bottle
An up close photo of a plastic water bottle three years ago… I loved the bubbles in it. I don’t buy them very often because they cause pollution and damage the environment.
It might not sound like much, but billions of tons of plastic are getting into out seas, into landfill, being burnt, turning into rubbish that sea creatures eat by mistaking it for jellyfish. Micro plastic is getting into the good chain.
So. I will buy less plastic. Will you?
Tree by river
Tree or trees? One limb broken. The grey path reflects the grey sky. Water rushes down the river, brown and muddy. In speight, almost overcoming the banks. The rain is trapped on the pathways, the grass sodden and squelchy. I walked along there this afternoon as part of a long walk. I can feel the wet mud between my toes overtopping my shoes, pulling at their soles. Water is like glue. Stronger than gravity. My feet lift out of the shoes as they lift from the ground. My feet still feel cold and are aching hours afterwards. Perhaps I need a bowl of hot water to soak them in. I wish I’d got some bathsalts! Time to rest.
Tranquil water
Tranquil water
Peat stained stream
Full of life
Nature’s dream.
Tiny fish
That hide in pools
How I miss
Ice cream, cool
Dappled sunlight
Dusty paths
Sometimes too bright,
Sunlights flash!
Over stepping stones…
Feet to splash
Memories recalled
Of times fast dash.
Blow wind
Make leaves fly
Scattered colours
Sky high
Fallen mounds
Of cold dry leaves
Kicked up and scattered
In November chills
Ice and water
Rain and gales
Scattered colours
Dancing swirls.
In the woods
Over hills,
Along the roads
Spreading far and wide.
Mallaband-Brown 