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.

Sleeping Beauty

We are in the inbetween-time, waiting for signs of life…

Fragility

A post about fragility, being gentle, and holding on.

After the Storm…

“There is peace even in the storm.” Vincent van Gogh Last night we had the most brilliant electrical storm.  I woke up to torrents of rain cascading down the gutters and thundering on the roof.  The windows were open and so the curtains were billowing.  Then came the thunder and lightning. I love a good…