An accident: too light, but it reminds me of Monet. Serpentine, Early September 2009.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Monday, 28 September 2009
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Friday, 18 September 2009
Thursday, 17 September 2009
It's not that I've run out of Welsh summer pictures, far from it. I'm just more in the mood for some bright turquoise sunshine right now. This is from a previous sailing trip, not the last one, but the one before. It's not so much that it's completely different, just a hint of sunnier days to come.
And now I'm caught up, and in the present.
St. Barts, 2004
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Monday, 14 September 2009
Perhaps I posted this already, but for some reason, I love this image. It reminds me of the kind of composition my father would shoot. I like to think, on a good day, that I've inherited his eye, in addition to his camera. Although this was shot not with his old film Pentax, but with my digital Canon EOS. One of the first shots with it, I might add.
I can feel my dad watching over me, with love, wherever I am, but especially at the moment that I see something like this, he is most definitely present.
Morfa Nefyn Beach, Lewellyn Peninsula, Wales. July 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
We were walking back along the ridge by the golf course, my husband and I, and we both had that same memory: sunny summer Sundays, lunch is over, the adults are sitting around, talking, and time seems to stretch on endlessly. It's not a happy feeling, but not totally sad either: just this feeling of time being suspended, and the world being very still.
Morfa Nefyn Beach, Lewellyn Peninsula, Wales July 2009
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Friday, 11 September 2009
Thursday, 10 September 2009
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Saturday, 5 September 2009
There's something so achingly poignant, to me, about certain moments in summer on Long Island, which F. Scott Fitzgerald captured so beautifully in The Great Gatsby. I didn't realise til after I shot this, that there's the same one green light that Gatsby saw from his deck, on the same water.
From the deck of my parents' summer home, overlooking the Sound. August 2009.