Welcome friends and pilgrims to June's Beagle! I wasn't sure I'd get one out this month as life is full of visitors from overseas, new projects, exams for my son and the usual stuff of life, but here we are and hurrah for summer's approach!
I spent a wonderful day yesterday with my American friends in the Cotswolds and was ambushed by the most spectacular display of crimson poppy fields as I made my way there.
We walked 19k steps on our hill and dale adventures, it was glorious weather until the last half hour when the heavens opened and we got completely drenched! Or as I say 'wet to my knickers' lol. I'll include some more snaps at the end of this letter.
I can't promise a July Beagle at this point as I'm working on a writing project which requires all my attention but like this month, I'll do my best and hope that my loaves and fishes multiply.
I'm so happy my roses have begin to blossom, I have many, for which I very grateful. I created this piece very spur of the moment and wanted to include Isabella sparrow. I wish you could smell them, they are the most exquisite lemon, citrus scent. I popped a glorious Rhododendron in the middle as she was too lovely to ignore and I've not shot them before I don't think. I'm going to be updating my backdrop this month to a slightly different tone so this may be the last image we see in this colour palette.
Fire Dance I
Fire Dance II
I've shared a favourite poem before, one which inspired my parrot tulip images from 2021, Flakes of Fire. And so as with these I am drawn to those words again yet this time see the petals as a sort of thrown flamenco skirt, it's panels fanning and dancing mid-air. You can read the poem here.
Life In Colour series with David Attenborough, Netflix. The Peacock Mantis shrimp carries a built in club that packs the most powerful punch. Set aside your creation/evolution theology and you can still appreciate the beauty and complexity of God’s creatures. How the flamingo gets its colour, they’re born white. A new mother who goes grey raising her child. Beautiful cinematography and funny scenes like the cowboy style stand off between two poison dart frogs. You will find this charming and Sir David Attenborough as always is a delight to explore with..
Somebody Feed Phil on Netflix. I can't for the life of me remember if I've shared this show before and I'm too tired to go check, but this is my tonic when I need a happy lift. Phil's wonderful childlike outlook and humour is so heart warming. "The world can be a beautiful ,delicious and friendly place when we travel and eat great food together" - Phil. Phil was/is an actor and writer and creator of the very funny show Everybody Loves Raymond.
Dorothea Sharp, UK (1874-1855)
Dorothea was an English artist. Her images were idilic and filled with light. They often depicted children at play usually by the seashore and occasionally in the countryside. I think her work is beautiful, it reminds me of Monet at times.
A Summer Stroll
Over The Hills and Far Away
Girl With a Shrimp Net
Enjoy 5-year-old Alberto Cartuccia Cingolani from Italy performing some Mozart.
This is a post taken from Instagram with words by Dr AmyOrr-Ewing, a British author, speaker and apologist. I had the privilege of hearing Amy speak at Wycliffe Hall in Oxford in March. She was incredibly compelling, insightful and engaging, it really felt like such a treat and I've been following her ever since.
by Vladimír Holan
Is it true that after this life of ours we shall one day be awakened by a terrifying clamour of trumpets? Forgive me, God, but I console myself that the beginning and resurrection of all of us dead will simply be announced by the crowing of the cock.
After that we’ll remain lying down a while… The first to get up will be Mother…We’ll hear her quietly laying the fire, quietly putting the kettle on the stove and cosily taking the teapot out of the cupboard. We’ll be home once more.
Vladmír experienced much turmoil and tragedy in his life. His much loved daughter, Katerina, suffered with Downe's Syndrome and passed away at the age of 28. Vladimír ceased to write and became a recluse. I think this information is an important backstory to his imagining of the afterlife and how heaven will arrive. He steers away from pomp and circumstance, the noise of the trumpets, and instead pictures a gentle, homecoming scene filled with those he's loved and lost. This is a very quiet domestic scene and speaks a deep comfort. It seems life will return to normal, the rhythms, the heartbeat will be restored.
I couldn't trace the painter of this piece so if you know who it is, please do let me know.