Tramping through this Wintery scene I was touched by the different textures and colours surrounding me. I tried visualising a world without texture and colour and just couldn’t. The sheer miracle of course is that hidden deep in this texture and colour another reality resides. In two to three months time this reality will burst forth in a profusion of the lush greens and new life of Spring. I look forward to that.
I was walking past these gnarled trees when two crows suddenly settled on some branches, squawked loudly, and flew off. There’s something rather foreboding in the sound of squawking crows in a Winter landscape. I felt as if I was in a Gothic novel. It was a mysterious moment.