Tag Archives: nature
The Suns Passage
Do you know the tale Of the passage of the sun Far below our feet each night Through the cold and dark of space? Or perhaps you know the tale Of the white horned deer Who steals the sun away … Continue reading
Fire times Three
We stood on the edge of the land, with the Lammermuir Hills shimmering in a heat haze through the flames. The fire rose and sank, sometimes licking the sky itself, sometimes restlessly licking the bowl which held it. A cold … Continue reading
The Suns Cloak
The suns golden cloak, Hanging in winter branches. Soon she will return.
Pool of Earth
Between the tangled limbs of old trees Far down the known familiar path We stumbled through shadows And fell into light Pulled on by the spirits Dark pools of delight. The shadows we saw Reflected our faces With tooth nail … Continue reading
Golden Treasure
Deep in the ancient Hazel woods, lies a dark pool of water, fringed with golden tassels. Swaying slightly in the soft winter air, they glow brightly against the deep blue waters below. Hidden beneath the surface of the water the … Continue reading
Winters Bones
We walked out along a line of Beech trees, and the low winter sun caught in our eyes, blinding us with shadows and glitter. The air was still as though the year was holding her breath, and bird song was … Continue reading
Me, myself and I
I don’t take selfies, so this is as close as it gets! A photo of me, taking photos of the waves…..taken by my husband. There is something about taking a picture of myself which somehow doesn’t sit right within me. … Continue reading
The Restless Sea
The salty body of the sea Rolls in endless restless waves Pouring up from the ocean bed She lays the soft foam of her hair on pillows of stone.
The Year of the Horse
. Tonight ushers in the Chinese New Year, and this one is seen as the year of the horse. In honour of the spirit of the horse I’m posting some images I took around this time last year. We turned … Continue reading
Oak Kings and Dragons
Deep in the winter forest, the oak kings wrestle limb to wooden limb. Their wooden fingers clatter in the bitter ice wind, struggling to find holds, even as their sap blood seeps away into the dark earth. Pulling and tugging … Continue reading










