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…


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