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More on Songs of the Birch

Started a new painting today,

back to my depictions of the beautiful sacred birch trees.

This one came spilling out,

end of summer and into the autumn

In each painting I use different songs and different words of Mr Wright’s songs are revealed on the birch trees.

In this one I wanted more sky and always find it difficult once you start working through the ticket.

Close up below

I feel like I’m coming to the end of this series, with just a few pages of Mr Wright’s music book left.

One thing that struck me though I wondered how it would look in black and white, so maybe I have to try that.

Here are some of the original

Pages from the book

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Visiting Les Potirons -Foxgloves

Foxgloves taken at St James Church, Exeter at celebration days before our trip to Jersey. We went to a 50th year celebration for our dear friends and I saw these beautiful foxgloves in the church yard and had to get some close ups and try to study them.

The next day we’re off to revisit the island of Jersey near the coast of France, little did I know we were going to a farm called Les Potirons

Ferry to Jersey

Dolphins diving

Jersey cows

The windmill

The tractors on the beach

The Farm at St Marys

We had a delightful visit and talked about Family visits dating back to 1961

It seemed time stood still with no internet or computers

Tim and Graham

Thank you for a wonderful visit!

Study Nature every thing else seems a waste

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Pythagoras, quoted in Simon Singh’s altogether fascinating Fermat’s Enigma: The Epic Quest to Solve the World’s Greatest Mathematical Problem (public library), replies:

” Life… may well be compared with these public Games for in the vast crowd assembled here some are attracted by the acquisition of gain, others are led on by the hopes and ambitions of fame and glory. But among them there are a few who have come to observe and to understand all that passes here.

It is the same with life. Some are influenced by the love of wealth while others are blindly led on by the mad fever for power and domination, but the finest type of man gives himself up to discovering the meaning and purpose of life itself. He seeks to uncover the secrets of nature. This is the man I call a philosopher for although no man is completely wise in all respects, he can love wisdom as the key to nature’s secrets. ”

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Having learned from some of the greats, studying Scientists, Artists, Creators and Designers they all seem to eventually turn to Nature.

It seems that in enduring life and it’s traumas and it’s majesty, people like Frank Loyd Wright, was Erickson, Emily Dickinson and so so many others

is our instinct I always wonder where is there something more magical and mystical that presents itself to us on this great earth love this quote thank you Breen picking you always lift my thoughts up to higher places Suzanne

Great podcast & Videos to listen to for latest trends in fashion and on the High st ..

Listen to the Chanel 355

Great interviews and a view inside the world of Chanel

Or for style and fashion on Apple TV or you tube

M2M video

Or from stylists

some great samples of what I like to listen to, theses videos and podcasts , lift me up and keep me in touch with the world around us

Thanks for visiting Suz

I come from…( an Exercise

I Come from the full moon

I come from the woods

and the river that ambled by

I come from many children

I come from under a damp leaf

I come from Blue Hill Road

I came from children with salty fingers

and where the deer licked there hands

I come from the O’Brien’s , who made boots

I came from love that ran from grief

I came from soft grass and large sky’s

From hard wooden floors and muddy ponds

I come from under the lake where the salamanders hide

I come form prayers and for Pete sake

I come from a thin space where eyes can not see

I come you and I go to me

I come from a game thats called out your name from behind trees

I come from a dream and a cup of tea

I come from indigo that runs into sap green

I come from a long breath followed by a deep sign

I come from watermelon and ice pops

I come from laughter and sugary sweets

I come from holding hands in the shadows of night

I come from the wind

I come from the sun

I come from a words, waiting to be sung

By Suzanne M Clements