The fact is that memories can never be repeated. It’s like going to a restaurant and enjoying a great meal, so you go back a year later and the menu is changed and the chef has moved on and the meal is something far less than what you remembered.
A few of the images that I was sorting ......Memories are like an old movie film,unravelling frame by frame.Some are blank,Some are scratched,And some difficult to understand.But some are in perfect condition,Clear,Concise,Something to hold on to,As one is growing old.And with the film’s progressionSome frames become unclear,Some are brightly coloured, that’s true,But some are shades of blue.The reel continues to unravel,the frames become unclear.And suddenly it’s over,Fade to black.
|The Mouth of Wolf Creek - Pencil Sketch|
|Wolf Creek - Entrance to Spoon Lake Watercolour Painting|
|Middle Of Wolf Creek Watercolour Study|
|Spoon Lake Watercolour Painting|
|Wolf Creek Landscape Watercolour Field Sketch July 2003|