The world turns, as washed-out light reflects from sparkling seas, As the winds howl, salt against skin, rocks beneath bare feet tick away infinite time. The world turns, as sand grains move in sheets, as seaweeds become brittle in the breeze, The shoreline ebbs and falls in endless breaths, dark slate clouds rip angrily across… Read More Sphere
That moment when your breath just catches in your throat and all you can do is watch and wonder.
Awakening in another fleeting world, for a moment not knowing where or who I am, those few moments in that twilight zone between sleep and wake. That delicious disorientation of not being and being, of belonging to neither this world nor the next. A snatched slice of time with no past or future, no expectation,… Read More Between sleep and wake
It was one of those days where the cloud hangs heavy but high, a day full of fine drizzle, tones and greyscale. We walked with silent feet, over glistening rocks and beside crystal clear streams, our eye drinking in greens of leaves and grasses, the dampened expectation of a glade, the quick flit of a… Read More Photo of the day: May 30th, 2017
A northern girl sits upon the grass and stares down the years down the past And as the sun shines and future taps her on the shoulder she blanks him and looks only inwards
The wind stung at my eyes as I wandered over the moor. All around me, the silver white grass reflected pale sunbeams, like ghosts in the air. The hollow was welcome, a darker respite, a human comfort. Water trickled in the stream, diamond clear, ever onwards. And I stopped and stood in silence, below the… Read More Photo of the day: May 4th, 2017
A space in the garden. Good things come to those who wait.