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green winter

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A short January walk in South Staffordshire; a mild winter up until mid-January, the fields rich with growth, the low mid-day sun silhouetting bare trees against rain-laden skies, stretching shadows across the vibrant greens; standing still against the breeze, trying to catch the swing of branches in a sketchbook; wind-blown thoughts of cutting a plate and a pool of green ink.

I carved out the careful absence of a hill and a hill grew.
I cut away the fabric of the trees
and the trees stood shivering in the darkness.

from Etching of a Line of Trees by John Glenday

 

 

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orange flare

 

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a mild, dull day; a sudden flare of light against a heavy sky.

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fungi

Underfoot in mixed woods of birch and beech; various fungi. One day I’ll learn about them all (but not yet… for now, textures and shapes).

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rain

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Rainy walk today through South Staffordshire woodland, dripping leaves and mud underfoot, glimpses of open water through the trees.

 

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reflections

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Today along the Staffordshire and Worcester canal at Dimmingsdale. Late dragonflies and butterflies, last nectar of the year for the loud frenzy of bees on the ivy blossom, heavy scents in the unseasonal warmth, grey wagtails bobbing along with sudden flutters of wings as flies pass by, still reflections in the water.