Boat Bottom Canvas

Every time I look, my hungry eyes see more. A line of Galloping surf at dusk or dawn. Spray-flecked lighthouse, defiant in brilliant white. Darting seabirds thumping down to chase silver glimmerings- or scudding clouds swirling far out to see. In need of a lick of paint? No. Anything but. Here there is the intensity … More Boat Bottom Canvas

Aber in a Storm

It was always a front row seat. House like a wedding cake with columns, next door to a derelict mansion. Waves like White Tigers leaping- Their spittle-flung pebbles to dash salt-flecked panes. Always the thump of surf on stone, then a scatter of spray. So very different from Summer basking on paint-peeled window sills, Watching … More Aber in a Storm

Born to slide

What double happiness as a parent in the snow! Pulling a bundle of joy behind, White slopes ahead, The air ringing with giggles. Watching the light reflected in young eyes that marvel at the world transformed. Sound muffled. Hands painfully alive. Hopes and prayers flung with wild abandon for a snow day and school closures. … More Born to slide


Gleaming at the waterfall’s heart: Shocking cold, painful to the touch, Soon warmed, in my palm.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017


Birdsong gently floats on breeze as you repose beneath lovingly tended grass, as vibrant as your words.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017