Modern Nature: February 8
Wednesday 8
The shingle heavy with dew sparkled in the dawn. A pale blue mist washes over the willows, the larks are up. Such a show of golden crocuses, a ladybird bathes in the pale blue borage - the pussy willow opens - later, in the cold of the day I walk back home across the shingle - a shimmering opalescent light. Vermeer dipped his brush in such iridescent solitude.