As the granddaughter of a lighthouse keeper, the sea has always called to me—its solitude, its storms, and the quiet strength it demands. I’ve forever been moved by a man whose heart beats in rhythm with the waves, and whose purpose shines as steadfastly as the light he tends.
What would Good Friday be without kite flying at Horseshoe Bay? I mean, seriously… it goes hand in hand with a fish cake & a hot cross bun!
A really quiet area. Painted this on location during the winter… Not a soul around. The grass stretch above the rocks is part of the old railway trail that runs past the old Ferry Master’s House.
One of my favourite beaches to swim at on a summer morning… with the parrot fish… when the water is 85F or above!
A typical Bermudian scene with fishermen seeing how many buckets they can balance on their pedal bike as they head to their fishing spot or boat.
Located at the end of Tobacco Bay. I was standing there one day, mesmerised by the flowing and swaying dry grass. The swoosh it made was calming and it was vibrant in the sun.
Serene sums up this morning. There was the gentle lap of the waves coming in.
The most sound came from the loud chirping of the Longtails as they promises
that spring was right around the corner
it would be to this quiet and historic town.
pack your puppy and move away from it all.
I watched the Gombeys give a performance one day. Instead of dancing and
jumping, this little Gombey was kicking and crying. Realising his melt down,
his Mother scooped him up and carried him to the side where he cried on her
shoulder and then fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Heidi Cowen Art 