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.

Rind, mustering and moon.

1. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...