Whoops, the passenger seat is on the other side! No, you get in the backseat.You don’t need extra leg room. Daffodils are sprinkled in bunches around trees, near the roadside, by a pond. The Great Walk is so green. Close your eyes mom. We are going around the Round About. Going south. Perfect! We are on the M25 South. Everything is so green! Sheep are mowing the green grass next to large areas of yellow rape.I love how the fog masks bits and pieces.Trees are silhouetted against the sky – the muted colors of England.
There wasn’t time to hang back and draw. I needed to keep up with the family. My sketchbook has only a few entries for this trip, but I had my cell phone with me. Sitting in the back of the car, leaning over and shooting a picture in front of the passenger on my left, I took a few photographs.
I really liked the row of beach huts for changing along the seaside in Brighton. When I look at these images I think of David Hockney’s wonderful paintings of the English countryside. Then he switched and went to Southern California to paint in oils. The color and stance of the figures seem very American. But, no jeans allowed.
Have a great time in Brighton, Carla! My visit to this beauty on the coast lies some 35 years back, quite an adventure on my first visit to England. Very enjoyable reading!
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Thank you 🙂 We had a good time there. Weather was great. Daffodils everywhere.
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I remember Brighton vaguely… I was 11 on my very first trip abroad [no parents!]. I hope to see more photos from you. I can see how Hockney popped in mind! 😉 Have a great time, my dear Carla!
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No parents at 11 ! And I thought I was young at 20:)
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They believed that a child should be able to cope independently from a very early age. This was actually fun. One month at a summer school at Holloway College and I got to visit so many places that I never got round to in the whole 4 years I studies art in London!!!!
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what??no jeans??seriously??
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Rght. Hockney said no. He never wears them 🙂
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How wonderful it sounds. The daffodils always remind me of Worthsworth’s poem, I wonder lonely as a cloud is the beginning of the poem.
England is glorious any time. Was there in summer a while back.
Enjoy your trip.
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Cool shots, Carla! I’m quite surprised about Hockney not liking jeans.
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