. .Seashells . . The
sea view, shore birds and the scent of surf bring the background into
the foreground, making space for my spirit to expand. On the beach, I
paint this couple collecting tiny shells to decorate wreaths and mirrors.
They mention a nearby town named Ring where original Gaelic Irish is still
spoken. I'd love to hear this disappearing tongue! ..... Im dog tired
this morning, its hard work.