I read in an anthology this week, one author’s opinion that saltmarshes are one of the bleakest places in winter. Well, although they can be perceived like that in very poor weather, on a jewel of a day like the ones I experienced this week, they can be surprisingly beautiful.
This sketching trip was to one of my usual haunts, Thornham on the north Norfolk coast. It was too cold to sit about for long but I got a couple of rough watercolours done. Sat by the coal barn sketching the small boats on the creek against the sun, I was almost blinded.
Reedbeds are an important part of the ecology on this coast, as with many such places in Britain. Their soft pewter feathered seedheads ripple like an inland sea. The stems are pale burnished gold in the winter sun and I find them hypnotic. I keep coming back to them recently, both physically, mentally and in my work.
The other motif that keeps catching my eye, are the cradled pools and creeks of azure blue – reflecting the sky but much deeper in colour. They sit like brooches on the bronze brocade of the marsh. I feel the stirrings of an abstracted response to these with simple layered colour and texture.
I couldn’t agree more, I find beauty in the Peak District,viewed this time of year, my inspiration. It’s viewed by many as being bleak. It took time to acclimatise to it from the leafy south of my youth, but it moves me deeply now:)
I know what you mean about the Peak District Moe, I come from Manchester originally, and rather took the surrounding upland areas for granted for many years. I love Norfolk, but travelling back to family I drive through the Peak District and it takes my breath away, the light and shadow on the moors and the tops. I often feel I should spend a few days there painting. Perhaps I will sometime. Thanks for your interesting response to my post. 🙂