The Wye in late afternoon sun. Another acrylic completed from a compilation of photos taken on a sunny autumn walk. This is intended for my “ charity sales”. It was quite a challenge to get the water right and I added a couple of rocks to the scene to give the picture balance. I have also received two watercolour commissions this week, purchased for Christmas presents with the money to go to charity, so I’m going to be pretty busy.
Although, about a different water course I think the poem below very much captures the essence of my mood when I walked the river path on this sunny afternoon to take photos.
My sister and I spent many happy hours playing in the numerous brooks around our childhood home; making dams, dipping for minnows and bully heads, turning stones to watch the caddies fly larvae and shrimps …….. happy memories. Also, I was taught to swim by my late Mum in the Windrush a tributary of the Thames. Not very deep and tickled by water weed, but we learnt.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, ‘Sonnet: To the River Otter’.
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West!
How many various-fated years have passed,
What happy and what mournful hours, since last
I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast,
Numbering its light leaps! Yet so deep impressed
Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes
I never shut amid the sunny ray,
But straight with all their tints thy waters rise,
Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows grey,
And bedded sand that, veined with various dyes,
Gleamed through thy bright transparence! On my way,
Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled
Lone manhood’s cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
Ah! that once more I were a careless child!