The river meets the sea here. In a sycamore tree a small birds nest sways. Pied wagtails skip along the path between the pharmaceutical plant and the shore. A pilot boat heads out to a ship anchored beyond the lighthouse. High tide. Railway sleepers, pallets, geese flying south. Dog shit, tinsel, good morning, aye right. Voices carry, across the water, boat engines, hammers, hi viz . Children run as the school bell rings. Old men in caps, hands buried deep in their coat pockets. Out for a paper, filling a day. January. Forgotten. And a thin sun falls for a moment on a line of white washed shirts, a brattle of pegged seagulls bursting to take flight.
dominique cameron 
Tops painting and enhanced by description. Do you paint en plein air and what is the medium. Thank you for posting.
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Beautiful. X
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Thanks Hari x
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Your paintings remind me of some lowrys work keep up the good work it’s inspiring x
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I don’t even know, what is better. Text or the image. š
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Thankyou,that’s exactly what I am aiming to do. Really appreciated š
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