Captions for a series of paintings of Cumbria in 1997
Blea Tarn
Let the light caress the water and the darkened hills, so strong around us.
Rydal
Sometimes the rain falls after sun, sometimes darkness follows light and yet for all this...
Grasmere
Above the gleams of light, the rain drenched grass and trees.
Haystacks
This could be the place and here the light could open to us a path.
Skiddaw
There are days when, with dreams only, wings unfold and there in the open sky we meet, 'till all is beautiful.
Ullswater
Nowhere under this open sky, or even on the water's bronze and shiny skin, but here in your eyes, here. Here with you.
Buttermere
Here the air moves the passing vapors in twists around us. Breathing, dancing, and we two are one.
Blencathra
When was the last time we ran like this, or the silver light played in your hair like snow, like rain, like the sun and moon shining?
Blea Tarn
Let the light caress the water and the darkened hills, so strong around us.
Rydal
Sometimes the rain falls after sun, sometimes darkness follows light and yet for all this...
Grasmere
Above the gleams of light, the rain drenched grass and trees.
Haystacks
This could be the place and here the light could open to us a path.
Skiddaw
There are days when, with dreams only, wings unfold and there in the open sky we meet, 'till all is beautiful.
Ullswater
Nowhere under this open sky, or even on the water's bronze and shiny skin, but here in your eyes, here. Here with you.
Buttermere
Here the air moves the passing vapors in twists around us. Breathing, dancing, and we two are one.
Blencathra
When was the last time we ran like this, or the silver light played in your hair like snow, like rain, like the sun and moon shining?
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