Walking by Portobello beach yesterday, I realised how lucky I am that I have always lived within reach of the sea. Or near enough. I wish I could write better, to convey it, or better still, be capable of painting it. Failing that, I do have two friends, from Block Island and from Sanday, on opposite sides of the great majestic Atlantic. And they can paint. Lisa Robb from Block Island and Bill McArthur from Orkney, thank you for your gift.
These are my photos from Bill’s exhibition – he was a fisherman and his seas really scare me sometimes! Wish my photos could convey that.
There are some poems on Bill’s site – worth a read as well as a look.. this is one
I cower in green shelters, watch the sea
bubble in brown sea-pools, watch the sea
climb to the horizon and fall back
rich with its silver coins, its glittering…
[Iain Crichton Smith]
I once wrote to the sea in gratitude myself, here. Must write more, must walk, return to the ocean. Not because I must, but because the sea inspires me, I feel glad to be alive.