Beach Hut Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She goes, she is, she wakes the waters

primed in their wave-form, a flux of urge

struck into oneness, the solid surge

seeking completion, and strikes and shatters

 

and is its fragments, distinction’s daughters

and now, unholding, the cleave and merge

the hew and fusing, plundering the verge

and substance is the scheme it scatters

 

and what it numbers in substantial sun.

Her hands hold many or her hands hold none.

And diving the salt will kiss a convex eye

 

and be salt fact and be the bodied sky

and that gray weight is both or beggared one,

a dead dimensional, or blue begun.

 

 

(She goes, she is, she wakes the waters) by Karen Volkman via 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Outfit:

 

Pale Yellow Breton Top: bought in a charity shop, originally from Boden

 

Red Gingham Capri Pants: bought in a different charity shop, originally from H&M

 

Straw Hat: bought in yet another charity shop, originally from Accessorize

 

Vintage Rose Print Scarf Tied Around Hat: from Kiki

 

Sunglasses: from the High Street can't remember where

 

Nude Pumps: very old from New Look

 

 

 

The Soundtrack

 

Beth Orton: She Cries Your Name 

 

 

 

Portraits of me taken by my Mum on my little digital camera while we had lunch together at our beach hut, other photos taken by me. 

As Mr Eve and I live near to my folks, every summer we all share the cost to rent this little hut at a nearby beach.

 

 

I'm delighted to be a part of the next Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.

 

 

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