One Midsummer Morning

A simple still-life with hints of Spain, a straw hat, glass of red wine and an opened illustrated copy of “As I walked Out One Midsummer Morning“, by Laurie Lee, English poet and novelist, and a descriptive, richly lyrical memoir. The book is a sequel to “Cider with Rosie” which detailed life in Gloucestershire afterContinue reading “One Midsummer Morning”

Winter Seas

Waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.Powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.Cascading and caressing each grain of sand,A warm embrace between sea and land. High above, a seagull soars high.Wings of purity it spreads to fly.Battling high against darkened cloud,In a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.Poem by Edel T. Copeland

Many A Tale…

can be told be told by old doors. This one, patinated and weathered, the Mediterranean Blue paint revealing its age – and enhanced by a fusion of fresh new growth – in Andalucía’s Torrox Pueblo A thing of beauty is a joy forever;Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bowerContinue reading “Many A Tale…”

Nocturnal Balcón de Europa

On a deserted Balcon illuminated by moonlight there are just four people visible. Three are unknown, the one on the extreme left is a sculpture of the late king Alfonso XII who actually named the balcony during a visit after the big earthquake that hit Nerja in 1884, observing that “this is the Balcón deContinue reading “Nocturnal Balcón de Europa”

Quintessential Spanish Country Life

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphereEach vapour that obscured the sunset’s ray;And pallid evening twines its beaming hairIn duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day:…Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Winter’s Day

In a deep and dark December” … Especially then. The Balcon de Europa in Nerja, where the light is often sublime, is a great place to wait and hope someone will do ‘stuff’. Cycling, walking, sitting, winter calisthenics, or watch the setting sun. All you need is a camera and patience….

Yellow Road

A twisty yellow farm road in the hinterland of Spain’s Andalusia. A disappearing track, the golden cornfields and slightly ominous skies, elements that reminded me of the painting, ‘Wheatfield with Crows’, by Vincent Van Gogh. According to the Van Gogh Museum, “the painting (left) is often claimed to be his last work. The menacing sky,Continue reading “Yellow Road”

Still going up…

Stepping out of church gloom into the bright Andalucian sunshine of Comares, a lovely, Moorish, white village, located in the foothills of the Montes de Málaga 703 meters above sea level. The origin of the name Comares is from the Arabic word Qumaris or Hins Comarix, which means “Castle in the height.” However the villageContinue reading “Still going up…”