Last week there were banks of black seaweed that had been driven high up the beach by the usual seasonal winter tide, but also a great swell caused by high winds on the North Sea. The shops along the front had laid down sand bags in preparation, and we saw dozens of lobster pots that had been ripped loose and washed up in the rage. I observed this scene in the calm light of day, but knew the great force that had caused it.
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How I would have loved to see what you describe. In my imagination, I just about can. Did you make any more detailed sketches of the beach? I bet this too would make a fantastic, big canvas, in oils, busy, full of movement passed, foam, detritus ......
You amaze me, dad. I never thought you would like this drawing. I thought you'd find it unfinished, chaotic, vague.... Which it is, but I wouldn't have thought you'd like any of those qualities.
So, I can still surprise the young ones, can I ?
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