An overcast afternoon led to a quick float down the river to see the sights. With drab light, drama was found within.
The Laughing gulls were watching with a careful eye.
And boats sat tied to their docks, quiet and serene.
What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter – a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue.