Tag Archives: Cornish Sunset
I love the delicacy of the skeleton Hydrangea flower in contrast with the still pink bloom.
In the garden centre, there was a whole display of purple, white and green to make a Suffragette garden.
Sunset tonight from St Agnes Beacon over to St Ives was quite disappointing until a beautiful pink bloom appeared in the dark grey clouds.
A friend told me that the Sea Thrift at Godrevy is very lovely this year so as we were in that direction for an appointment we called by and it was just stunningly beautiful! Join us in this gallery as we walk on the cliff tops there and at Hell’s Mouth ending up driving towards Portreath. This post is especially for my lovely friend, N, who is away from home just now.
Tonight we have been to St Euny Church which was the venue for Zig Zag Way, a play about Cornish miners in Mexico. It was brilliant!
The sky as we came out of the Church was just gorgeous.
This is sunset from our bedroom window looking through the trees toward St Ives, with just a small movement to make it abstract.
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This month, I am accompanying each post with a poem to acknowledge National Poetry Month. As this photo is of the sun, here I give you another favourite, this one being by John Donne – a love song,
The Sun Rising
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys and sour ‘prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the King will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shoulds’t thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th’Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me?
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, ‘All here in one bed lay.’
She’s all states, and all princes, I;
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here, to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.
My next post will be in honour of Shakespeare whose birthday it is today. It is also 400 years since his death, on the day that he became 52.
Yet another beautiful day and we headed off to Porthtowan for sunset. We were not disappointed.
I pre loaded my blog for a week thinking I’d be back on the case by now but recovery seems slower this time. A good friend is letting me use some of his beautiful photographs.
Here is A Cornish Sunset over South Crofty mine headgear.