Tag: nature
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Dawn Triad
‘Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.’ Rabindranath Tagore
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Come on over!
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Embracing Experience
A butterfly loving friend arrived at my door one night with a cocoon. It started vibrating not long after, by the time I settled into my bed a butterfly had been born. Early sunrise woke us both and I took this before opening the window…
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I am molten
I am molten, glowing, deep sun resides in me. Chloroform like, my scent infuses the air. TG
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Odes to snow ★
‘And so The Snow Queen also became a story about the need to seek equilibrium, in our own lives, with the natural world, even within the universe at large.’ Joan Vinge ‘Magic is this layer of peace nature brings us with her frozen tears’ FT ‘The snow goose need not bath itself to make itself…
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In search of the grey mare
With such lovely autumnal sunshine I headed out to the New Forest this week with the intention of trying to capture some sunset landscapes and grey mares to photograph. White horses have a deep connection to the south of England their images carved in chalk on hilltops but it was Epona’s mare I sought. After…
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Eden Ahoy!
Two of my favourite things plus a night away with my better half was always going to bode well. Dreadzone at eden project in Cornwall on October 1st was like having your favourite pudding and your favourite meal delivered by hand. The following day exploring the flora of Eden was like a 7 course meal…
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In celebration of leaves
In one of my mother’s diaries, writing about my first year, it says that I seemed to be only soothed by watching the leaves above me from the comfort of my pram. The patterns, colours and movement of leaves I do find fascinating. The veins of chlorophyll like a road system spreading across a continent.…
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An Ode to Moths
I’m a bit nuts about moths. It was the dead greater tiger moth that I found under the rose bush when I was three that did it. I carried it into the house and nestled it’s furry body into a matchbox, occasionally opening it to marvel at the delicate powdery wings and stroke a little…
