Tuesday, March 04, 2025

Among the clouds, cobwebs and umbel.

1. I'm dipping in and out of foggy pockets. One moment, the world is grey and secretive between layers of mist; the next it's sunshine and blue sky.

2. Two icy sheets of cobweb hang aglow in the darkest part of the woods.

3. A dried umbel fuzzed with frost.

Conference morning, break time and memory.

1. Waking up in a huge snow-crisp hotel bed, rather keyed up, but ready for a day in the company of other editors. 2. I take a moment to sit...