tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15439509678941389232024-03-14T11:52:58.110-07:00SeaReadUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543950967894138923.post-45246144744799256442016-09-05T08:01:00.001-07:002016-09-05T08:01:30.702-07:00A IS FOR ASTRONOMY..... ART....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This fine seascape caught SeaRead's beady eye, and there can't be many painters, as the artist behind this, who go from cosmology professor to landscape artist. Malcolm Ludvigsen has. His recent exhibition at Sledmere House has been a sell out, and his fine oil paintings, many of them plein air beachscapes can be seen at http://www.malcolmludvigsen.org.uk/<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543950967894138923.post-88543439415750298782016-09-05T07:54:00.001-07:002016-09-05T07:54:55.832-07:00<img alt="Old-fisherman (1)" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-108992" height="472" sizes="(max-width: 518px) 100vw, 518px" src="http://www.caughtbytheriver.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Old-fisherman-1.jpg" width="518" /><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543950967894138923.post-82423173933392932622016-08-24T07:06:00.002-07:002016-08-24T07:07:22.619-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In my orchard.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543950967894138923.post-10821267690598220222012-05-21T04:41:00.001-07:002012-05-21T04:41:11.417-07:00<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29088244" width="500" height="667" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543950967894138923.post-70555844121394145052012-05-20T12:50:00.002-07:002012-05-20T12:53:44.520-07:00THE OCEANSeaRead's southern office posts rave reviews for Richard Hawley's song. <br />
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"A beautiful track from a genius musician."<br />
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Here it is.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At that age the Seaside was an adventure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You’d both have been about eight or nine. I had no cash, but
we’d ride three abreast in my old landrover, singing mildly mucky songs we’d
compose for the occasion. We’d eat mucky grub: ice creams, cola, fluffy sweets
with no nutritional value. Because when you only have your kids at the weekend
that is what you do – spoil ‘em rotten to try to concentrate the good times and
forget the pain of separation. Except it can never entirely be forgotten, as
you said, Josh , “I miss my Mum when I’m with you, and I miss you when I’m with
my Mum.” And I thought, knowing its pain myself, what a terrible burden that
missing must be. And I offered you another ice cream.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We’d go to Ravenscar and camp. We’d cook sausages, eggs and
beans on the old primus stove. We’d not wash. We’d skip teeth cleaning rituals
just this once. We’d drink n the sights and smells of the seaside, scrambling
down the almost hidden cliff path to the beach and its endless rock pools, some
big enough to act as swimming pools. We would hop and jump between them. I’d
look at the two of you, memorizing every movement your little bodies made,
etching it into my mind, knowing the missing time would come. In the rocks were
fossils. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The air was filled with the
slightly pissy smell of festering seaweed and salt coated rocks and the tang of
the wind blown off the waves. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can
still call to mind in an old film format your leaps and bounds between the
rocks. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was always the sound of gulls.
I don’t remember ever seeing a raven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When it was time, we’d climb back in the landrover to go.
You two would be tired, and I’d make a nest in the back of the landrover,
amidst all the camping kit and other gubbins in there, and you’d be lulled by
the movement of the vehicle, and doze¸ falling into each other. We’d reach your
Mum’s house. I’d unload you and the kit, receive rebukes for your unwashed
state and kiss you both goodbye. Then I’d wave to you both, honk the old
landrover horn and drive off down the street.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the corner, out of your sight, Id pull up and bawl like a
kid till I could get myself together enough to drive home.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543950967894138923.post-42027243924006014542012-05-16T09:21:00.000-07:002012-05-16T09:21:29.313-07:00Welcome to Searead.
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If you are a lover of the sea, this blog is for you.<br />
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If you are a seafarer, sailor, beachcomber, fisherman, diver or eater of seafood, this is for you.<br />
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If you draw inspiration from the sea, or if the sea fills you with peace, excitement or other emotion, this is for you.<br />
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If you are drawn to the sea, be drawn here.<br />
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If the sea calls you, catch its echoes here.<br />
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Come. Bring what you will of the sea - written, drawn, filmed, made in any way. Share it. Enjoy it. Tell it as it is.<br />
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This celebration is open. <br />
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Bring controversy, bring experience, bring goods, bring feelings, bring story.<br />
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What the sea washes up on your shores, bring us to share. Plunder and driftwood, bring it here.<br />
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Waving? Drowning? Welcome.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0