"I wish I could write the sound of the river against the sandy bank, could capture how the sunlight hugs the curls of water as they fold over onto the shore." I felt these words in my bones, there are so many times I wish I can replicate a moment for someone to experience it the same way I did.. but this is one of the human limitations we can't bridge yet.
Beautiful painting, prose, and poem. The sensory details of the poem are lovely. I am thinking about the pairing of the sycamore and the laughing brothers. I feel like you tell me much about your grandfather's family in this image.
Well, I feel like I spent a quiet afternoon on the banks of the Ohio, when in fact I'm having a quiet morning on the banks of the Clarence River, in far away Australia. It's less industrial here - sugar cane and cattle, and the only traffic on the river is an occasional pleasure craft or houseboat (and prawn/shrimp trawlers in season) - but it has the same sense of a landscape where nature and human activity are intertwined.
Tree roots are interesting and often overlooked. I love the photo of Brad as Artist - back turned to the obvious subject of the river, painting instead the flood scoured roots of the old tree. One step back for perspective and its wet feet time. Did that happen? :)
I like this so much. I have never experienced an "actual flood" but I could watch water endlessly. I enjoy the way it moves, and it moves me. What happy stories you shared about your grandfather. You are very blessed he told you of these things from his childhood!
"I wish I could write the sound of the river against the sandy bank, could capture how the sunlight hugs the curls of water as they fold over onto the shore." I felt these words in my bones, there are so many times I wish I can replicate a moment for someone to experience it the same way I did.. but this is one of the human limitations we can't bridge yet.
Beautiful painting, prose, and poem. The sensory details of the poem are lovely. I am thinking about the pairing of the sycamore and the laughing brothers. I feel like you tell me much about your grandfather's family in this image.
Hi Alex and Brad
Well, I feel like I spent a quiet afternoon on the banks of the Ohio, when in fact I'm having a quiet morning on the banks of the Clarence River, in far away Australia. It's less industrial here - sugar cane and cattle, and the only traffic on the river is an occasional pleasure craft or houseboat (and prawn/shrimp trawlers in season) - but it has the same sense of a landscape where nature and human activity are intertwined.
Tree roots are interesting and often overlooked. I love the photo of Brad as Artist - back turned to the obvious subject of the river, painting instead the flood scoured roots of the old tree. One step back for perspective and its wet feet time. Did that happen? :)
Best Wishes - Dave :)
I like this so much. I have never experienced an "actual flood" but I could watch water endlessly. I enjoy the way it moves, and it moves me. What happy stories you shared about your grandfather. You are very blessed he told you of these things from his childhood!