The Beating Heart Of A City
In my other blog I spoke about this little village at the very heart of Edinburgh. It is surrounded by the city but lies much lower that the city itself. One of the main entrances to Edinburgh crosses over the Dean Bridge which towers high above the village.
It is a little place almost unknown by the majority of even the locals. As a student I spent many a happy hour sitting by the river edge reading and meditating. It has a very special place in my heart. I have to some extent been selfish about this place sharing its beauty only with those closest to me.
I have photographed it often from many different angles. As yet I have never ever painted any part of it.
One day soon I will do just that. I may even venture over with my pencils and sketch there in my favourite spots.
Yesterday I had the most terrible of days unable to stop and think at all. I started at six am and was still driving down a dark winding highland road late into the night. Today I am still tired. So I apologise no art today but I hope this picture in some way brings joy.
Oh just a thought about the apple. The markings on this apple are very distinctive and the lines do in fact run up and down as I have shown. I did try to take advice and go round but it began to not look like the apple I was using as my source.
This blog is linked to my other. It Is What Lies In the Heart That Really Matters