Archive - Jan 2010

The sun on the bare branches of the oak tree brings out all its colours so that it shines, yellow-green and bright against a blue, blue sky.  None of it could be called brown, yet that is what we might call it if asked.  It isn’t a simple colour, or a simple being.  It holds a covering of algae next to its skin, lifting it high so it can find the sun.   read more »

The moon is still ruling the sky in the west, a bright white light in the inky blue, and it is only when you look to the east you can see the blue is fading, a thin strip of pale sky showing below the grey-gathered clouds.   Yet you would know it was the hour of dawn before you ever looked east, for walking through the dark garden there is such a clamour of birdsong.   read more »

The sun is shining on my face and glinting off the snow.  Yes, we have real snow that shines white and bright.  It outlines the twigs and branches with highlights and hangs heavy on the leaves.  It squeaks as you walk over it, crunching into compact layers that hold your prints.  It transforms lawns into cake-tops, thick, sweet and smooth, but thins on paths and melts from hot roofs.   read more »