in all the time I've been here: sat on a bench (remember how I used to love sitting on benches? when I lived in the village. . .), but this time a bench by the river, not the pond in the village
the river has filled up since I was here this morning, and is now emptying again
.
(well, actually I am totally in love with Niles
but it turns out he's now married to Daphne
so I've missed my opportunity)
and a fascinating show on Discovery Channel about a Giant Squid
(or was it a Colossus Squid?
I think it was the latter)
(the first one ever to be found alive and intact)
(normally they find bits of them in the stomachs of sperm whales)
whilst embroidering the Kaffe Fasset "Lobster" cushion panel (which is what I'm currently doing when the children watch tv between tea and homeworks and I've done all the chores)
.
I DIGRESS!!
anyhow, as I sat on, the bench, by the river, the moon - which is waning, I think - was low enough in the sky to run a path of reflection to me across the water
a while ago I drew the ripples on the water a black and white image of simple lines criss crossing in a complex pattern; I photocopied it (costs a fortune, an A2 photocopy) and have been colouring in the copies with the patterns that the sunlight creates on the water. . . I think I'll have to do a really inky black one now, with the moon path beckoning in the manner that I've just seen itI sat and watched the moon rise every so gently into the night sky, but down on the water what really surprised me was that the heron was out night fishing - it was standing on one of the sandbanks that gradually appear as the water recedes
(a little like those glass nodding-headed birds
that fill with coloured liquid, you know the ones,
and lean backwards and forwards filling and emptying)
(they always remind me of those metal balls on strings in a cradle
that click backwards and forwards in patterns)
(a Newton's Cradle, I believe -
what must be the best desk-toy ever)
. . .the surface of the water rippled and bubbled and glinted in the light of the moon - made me think of phosphorescence and bio-luminescence
I remember years and years ago skinny dipping with a friend in the Indian Ocean really late one night and we swam thru some kind of glowing algal bloom that was on the surface of the water. . . when we emerged, we glimmered. . .
11 comments:
I lurve reading your reminiscences. (is that a word?)
And as far as I'm concerned, you ALWAYS glimmer.
Wow.
You sound like one of the Waltons. And one of the Jetsons. You are cool.
totally unrelated, but cool:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxCj2MO02AE
:-)
Ohhhhh....I'm excited about the prospect of getting to SEE what you describe.
I've missed being able to oooh and ahhhh over the handiworks.
And what a beautiful evening for a sit, eh? :-)
Ooh! Etchings!And moonlight on the water.And Kaffe Fasset.What a feast you've laid out!
Please find the scanner.Please?
You're full of lovelies!
Moonlight, ripples, etchings, Niles...
:-)
dave it is. . . good to have you back
g you are so sweet!
dinahmow I'm going to have a very good look for it (the tapestry is beautiful, but a nightmare to stitch - really testing my colour vision!)
mel a beauytiful one, so glad to know you were enjoying it your side of the pond as well
:-)
shot more links! and more compliments - not sure I deserve them, but I'm smiling; thank you
gordie the Waltons I'll take (yet another) as a compliment, the Jetsons I'll have to google, as that means nothing to me; as for cool - it was a very very long time ago now, the swimming in the ocean
(shot reminiscence is a little like luminescence, eh)
I often acquiesce to reminisce about bioluminescence, but I don't have the DEVIL INSIDE, cue INXS.
Two chemicals are required, one produces the light "luciferin" and "luciferase" catalyzes the reaction. That would be so cool!
the waltons and the jetsons...perfect!
yes...unpack the scanner
and the shimmery glimmery swimming...was that with the SAS?
Oh yes, please unpack the scanner :)
I can imagine you and the heron and the ripples. As always your imagery is lovely and compelling.
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