Just about bordering on odd, I see things through different eyes.The heading says it all - I live, I love, I craft, I am me...
textures and reflections
I am endlessly fascinated and inspired by the shapes driven by the movement of the tides. Reflections of sky and wave washed wood - achingly beautiful, almost haunting. We walked across the hard ridged sands occasionally sinking to the ankles into small secret gullies of soft silt. The evening sun gave the whole bay a strange magical feel to it and the water was icy icy cold. We were lingering..... we didn't want our day to end.