The Wheel Turns

Midwinter (or midsummer) is almost here In the north, this is the point on the turning of the yearly wheel where all begins to be laid bare. The leaves are mostly scattered in sudden fall and rapid squall, only to…
Midwinter (or midsummer) is almost here In the north, this is the point on the turning of the yearly wheel where all begins to be laid bare. The leaves are mostly scattered in sudden fall and rapid squall, only to…
In which there is snow The silence of snow is thick and cushioned, the light diffused, reflected, refracted, contradictory. Twigs, branches and trunks are blanketed on one side only, crystal-white creating contrast, highlighting their twisting shapes, calling out their identity…
This month, the month of May, is perhaps my favourite of the year. Although I wonder if this is partially because it was when I was born, it is certainly due to the promise of warmer days, the unfurling of leaves,…