10 Thoughts on New Growth

How is it, when all the others are much bigger, much stronger, more colourful, more showy… how is it that the humble little snowdrop is the bravest of all?

The Mystical Oaks

The sun is just lifting free of the horizon. I move towards the light…

A Rimy Morning

Mist simultaneously closes in, and creates distance. It disorientates, and makes the landscape appear what it is not. Islands appear in a sea of mist, and birds start out of nowhere.

The Gift of Frost

It is at the interface between living thing and the outside world where the magic happens.

Blur

Have you over-indulged? Are you feeling dizzy? Is it all a bit much? Come and enjoy the blur.