The wonderful change in the light as Winter begins to entrench itself.
Only bare branches now.
Tangled and jumbled, seeking and discerning a crucial thread.
Hidden radiance, humility on the forest floor.
Is there beauty in age? The Autumn leaves say a resounding, yes!
Being rooted is a good thing, especially when strong winds blow; but the winds can also take us to places we’ve never dreamt of.
The vanguard into Autumn – the first among many around it to bravely express its Autumnal colour. It pays a price, though; it’s also the first to stand bare and skeletal when the cold breath of Winter begins to blow.
Wisps of cloud dancing their last dance before the closing day.
Sometimes it’s good to just sit and look, and look and sit.
The Dom Luis bridge crosses the Douro river in Porto, Portugal
Hidden in the maze of lines and angles, an underlying shape and meaning reassuringly appear.