Stepped into a thousand year old church today; dark, musty and full of ghosts of the past; but it was the immense stillness which was so poignant and so beautifully overwhelming.
The barley fields have been harvested. There comes a time in life when you begin to harvest your memories and live comfortably with the wheat and the chaff.
Calling for freedom, asserting freedom, fighting for freedom. Yet, when endless possibility unfolds, the inevitable retreat into false shelters and fear of the very thing we call for, assert and fight for.
This morning we spent some time in the village of Sutton Valence – a lovely village. Little farms all over the place, especially growing apples and hazelnuts. Came across this scene that I just had to photograph. I was drawn particularly to the sky. There’s a sense of expectancy everywhere as the fields will soon give birth to precious crops. A beautiful place.
Landscape is rooted and constantly there. There is nothing more faithful than landscape. Whenever I get close to home, this white cliff against the hill always faithfully greets me. I live with its constant and faithful gaze upon me.
Early morning walk under Kent skies. The beauty is breathtaking and I feel my spirit soaring.
When Autumn wraps itself around you. I took a walk around West Malling village while waiting for my vehicle to be serviced. I came across this lovely little scene. I suppose I’m guilty of what some may say a chocolate box mentality when it comes to this image, but what the hell, I thought it was great.
In the early morning light there was just something about this tree in the midst of all the headstones.
This is the Peace garden at The Friars, an ancient Carmelite Priory in Aylesford, Kent. I have often sat in this garden and left through those doors with a perspective far different from the one I came in with. For me, it’s one of those special places we all have, where we find balance, sanity and direction.