scent

such a rich deep scent and at night it grows stronger. Fall into it, deeply.
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not keeping up...

I put aside images that inspire me, make notes in my sketch book but they don't seem to be making it onto the blog, such tardy behaviour. I am sure much is the same as usual: moments of acceptance; moments of doubt, of the dismal and defeated; moments of joy.



So catching up.


Early in the morning the sun makes it into my north facing room. The light is beautiful and inspiring....it is there again at the end of the day.

these images are from the very end of May.

rose vinegar and the setting sun

french fancy

net curtain

wild flowers

posie picked on faerie stream walk

evening light

finally the light comes into my room in the evenings

mid morning light

during the mid morning my north facing room has a broad rainbowed shaft of light across the bay window top and into a ceiling corner. A magical shimmering light, simply reflected from a road sign.

in a room

The soft northern light pours in the windows of my room, as I am on my bed (two days ago) barely able to move. being practical I have my small camera and phone to hand! a blustery warm sunny day. I feel that I can barely touch the world, yet I am in it. swallows and martins. seagulls and blackbird.