Mist

Well, not real mist. But a beautiful misty haziness hanging over the Schelde. It was still quite dark too, compared to last time. Amazing density of light. I need many years to even start to comprehend it all.
No wind, ebb just started around 5.30. Hope to get at least one more session before the Scary Craziness begins again.

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The Buzzard Has Landed

First there is silent, slumbering suburbia. Only a handful of zombie-like creatures on their way to work. Then, upon approaching the port, all hell breaks loose, that 's to say, heavy traffic has to be crossed, thundering and spitting and hissing. In truth, rather calm at 5 AM on a balmy morning (21°C!) in summer. Just seems all the more noisy, so early in the morning. Then, slightly quieter again, crossing the bridge. At last, almost total calm, cycling along the bank of the river towards my secret spot, chasing rabbits, pheasants, magpies.

The river was ebbing when I arrived. The tide turned 3 to 4 hours later, as I prepared to return home. It is strange how the mighty river seems to hesitate at every turning of tides. It flows full of purpose for some hours, and then suddenly it falters, can 't decide to go on or stop flowing. After half an hour or so, it finally makes up its mind, hesitantly.

By about 8 AM the sun had climbed high enough to warm the nape of my neck. A buzzard landed below and almost in front me on the bank, some 5 meters away. I heard its talons scraping the rock. It probably didn't see me, as I was partially hidden by reeds. It looked around, then flew off, low, close to the ground.

 

 

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Who remembers Vanderlick?

Tuesday (15.07)

Who remembers Armand Vanderlick (1897-1985)?

On Monday, a chance encounter with a still life of his, in the window of a gallery in Ghent (Vase garni de fleurs, 60x50, found no date).

An moment of intense delight. A crisp mystery mutely erupting in the silence of a shop window in the afternoon sun. Made me very happy.

Today: arrived earlier than usual, just before high tide. Standing up after the first hour and a half, to stretch my legs, started to shiver uncontrollably, then shake spasmodically, for about 20 minutes. Not that it was that cold, but the nor'wester had me all benumbed.
Gibbous waning moon.

 

 

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