Autumn

A walk in a park

The beauty of Autumn so overwhelms me. Before the letting go and the inevitable floating descent, the leaves offer such a profusion of colour and form. What a way for them to die!

My Sketchbook

Good to get back to a bit of sketching

An Old Gate

The grounds of Scotney castle in Kent

Nobody opens me any more. Nothing comes in and nothing goes out. I stand as still and straight as the two sentinels alongside me.

Spaces

Space between trees, space between stones, space between people. Without space – the tyranny of the communal.

Behind the Words

I loved the perpendiculars in this scene. Taken on a walk I did in a Woodland in Kent

Have you noticed how words don’t always reflect what is in the mind? Focussing only on the words and forgetting the voice with all its modulation, tone and cadence, can be problematic. Often what is really being communicated is found in the hidden crevices of the voice. A special kind of listening is needed to hear it.

Autumn

In the early morning light there was just something about this tree in the midst of all the headstones.

Trees

A short poem:

Trees

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast.

Joyce Kilmer

A Sentinel

This dead tree always looks like a sentinel standing at the entrance of the barley fields. Whenever I pass it on my way to the woods on the right of this image, the old soldier in me wants to salute it. I love these fields which have produced crops and harvests year after year. They together with the skies of Kent give me a wonderful sense of spaciousness and freedom.

A Gathering of Cloud

When landscape becomes moody and ominous. When I took this shot I felt a distinct sense of threat and unease. Nature at times can be extremely intimidating, yet so filled with beauty.

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