Thisweathered jetty at the bottom of Evening Hill has stood through wild winter storms and calm summer sunsets. It stretches out into Poole Harbour, shaped by time, waiting for the return of spring and the sailors who will launch their dinghies once more.
This piece was painteden plein air—the purest form of painting—where I stood by the water, truly connected to the view, the shifting light, and the ever-changing sky. The breeze, the scent of salt in the air, and the movement of the harbour all became part of the brushstrokes.
This original painting captures the quiet beauty of this place—a moment of reflection, a connection to the changing seasons, and a reminder that the harbour is never truly still.
