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Anticipating potentially inspiring sunrises with the clear cold weather last weekend, I managed to make an early start and do some quick pastel and pencil sketches as well as take some photographs.

I was down in south west Wales by the estuary at Laugharne so here is some Dylan Thomas to accompany the images:

A Process In The Weather Of The Heart

A process in the weather of the heart

Turns damp to dry; the golden shot

Storms in the freezing tomb.

A weather in the quarter of the veins

Turns night to day; blood in their suns

Lights up the living worm.

A process in the eye forwarns

The bones of blindness; and the womb

Drives in a death as life leaks out.

A darkness in the weather of the eye

Is half its light; the fathomed sea

Breaks on unangled land.

The seed that makes a forest of the loin

Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,

Slow in a sleeping wind.

A weather in the flesh and bone

Is damp and dry; the quick and dead

Move like two ghosts before the eye.

A process in the weather of the world

Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child

Sits in their double shade.

A process blows the moon into the sun,

Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;

And the heart gives up its dead.

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