Syd Buron

Hunter’s Moon (Bonchurch Shore) (ix)

©sydburon - October ‘16

Here are a few from inside the thousand year old church, with one of Abigail’s pieces lit by the coloured sunlight cast through a stained glass window.

Texture like Sun (xli)

©buron - Summer ‘18

Texture like Sun (xxxix)

©buron - Summer ‘18

Texture like Sun (xiv)

©buron - Summer ‘18

Texture like Sun (xii)

©buron - Summer ‘18

Texture like Sun (ix)

©buron - Summer ‘18

Texture like Sun (i)

©buron - Summer ‘18

Her Gods reside in the Bokeh (xvii)

©buron - September ‘18

Her Gods reside in the Bokeh (iv)

©buron - September ‘18

Her Gods reside in the Bokeh (ii)

©buron - September ‘18

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeats

The snow is melting this morning - feels like the threshold between Winter and Spring

Not long now 😉

Deep Midwinter Sun (17)

©buron - December ‘14

Tree Tunnel Stole my Melancholy (12)

©buron - August ‘14

Syd’s Opal Daydream iv (12)

©sydburon - April ‘14