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    Fields of wildflowers ripple in the summer breeze; colours swirling in symphony
    Distant rumbles of thunder electrify the atmosphere; goosebumps ripple across my arms
    Droplets of water splashed against my skin, cold contrasting the thick humid air
    Drops of rain sent small shockwaves through the slow flowing stream; the smell of wet grass settles on the air
    Tiptoeing across slippery rocks; arms out to stay balanced, carefully planning my route
    Inhale, exhale; refreshing air fills my lungs
    Dreaming of the warm morning sun; goosebumps from an early breeze
    Clattering branches echoed across the forest; a small raindrop landing on my forehead
    Out of breath, heart beating in my chest, the sound of a distant stream carried on the wind
    A haze radiated from the hot ground, spectrum of colours erupting as cool meets warm
    Sunlight abstracted my vision, silhouettes of the landscape floated across my eyeline like water
    Legs heavy and muscles burning; clouds swirl overhead eliminating the slight warmth from the weak sun
    Dried leaves carried on the strong breeze hit my face like missiles; eyes stinging from the impact
    The strong burst of light dazzled in my eyes; ears sore from the biting cold breeze
    Sat amongst the foxgloves, the rustling of their leaves deafening as the strong breeze hit my body
    Lichen clung to the blue-ish grey boulder, its strong form holding firm in the wind
    The soft peaty ground moulded to the shape of my body, unruly wild plants shrouding me in a cloak of thick, tangled stems
    Lost along the reservoir, a misleading gap in the foliage above caused an altercation with a towering thistle; thorns slicing skin
    An opening in the clouds unveiled a curtain of light illuminating the spot in which I stood, warmth hitting my face, a moorland enlightenment
    Purple hues radiate from the ground below, rippling in tone as my feet disrupt the landscape
    Ominous dark clouds swirl in the distance, buried instincts sense danger is coming
    Admiring mould on dry stone walls as the sound of rippling water flowed through the warm breeze
    Violent water cascaded into the serene pool below, echoing in my ears, bringing chaos to a calm scene
    Colours darkened as I followed the craggy rockface, the sun leaving me behind, consumed by the shade
    Violent water crashed over the harsh rocks but its source could not be seen, what was beyond it?
    Standing at the very edge of Malham Cove, overwhelmed by the view, riddled with anxiety by the sheer height
    Complete and utter silence surrounded me, filling the air. I breathed it in, entirely content
    The sun flared in my eyes; vision becoming blurred and abstracted, overexposed and sensitive
    Grass swayed with the soft breeze, carving the landscape with their gentle forms
    Muscles burning, sweat dripping down my face, vision narrowing over the strain of the incline
    The smooth stones flow like water; full concentration required to ensure safe passage
    Water gently flowed over the stones below, glittering in the flittering sunlight
    Sharp, jagged rocks loomed ahead but I was distracted by its beauty
    Heat haze engulfed the baron landscape of Gordale Scar, entrapping me in its cloud of oppressive humidity
    The heat of the sun was intense but the cool breeze that caught my skin caused me to shudder
    Lone piece of seaweed in ebb and flow of tide
    Standing in a rockpool, sun illuminating the seaweed; a slight movement of my foot caused the plants to ripple
    The tiredness and cold set in as I admired the final rockpool by the harbour wall
    Pile of seaweed on the beach, shifting colours as the sun illuminated it
    Peering into a shade covered rockpool, the slight breeze rippling the still seawater
    The distant sun breaks through the clouds, dazzling my eyes with a spectrum of colours
    Dry seaweed on a rock battling against the sea breeze
    Crouching down, I felt the muscles in my back tense as the tide rolled in over the seaweed in front of me
    'Plant' Series
    'Plant' Series
    'Plant' Series
    'Plant' Series
    Out of gallery

    bethmorganart@hotmail.com

    Visual Artist

    West Yorkshire