The Trees ground us, The Moon makes us dream
It's amazing how the moon takes on so many guises in our sky. Sometimes it seems so powerful, and luminescent. Other times, it seems so fragile and lonely. And i guess the same can be said for most of us.
At the end of the land, what remains? Are we left with a barren wilderness? Or do we find ourselves becoming immersed in an infinite ocean? And does the land end here, where the bare chalk face is exposed? Or, rather, is this only the surface level of a much deeper whole. Extending far beneath our feet. Just waiting for us to dig a little deeper?
We carry our life with us, always. The lines on our face The marks on our skin The grey hairs It all speaks of experience.
I don't know if ghosts are real or not. But i feel like there is definitely a sense of haunting in land like this. Maybe it's in the way the trees and the plants look at one another. Or how the air seems to sigh, as if reminiscing over a lost time. But just like us as people - everything around us is charged with memories
The Sfumato River
Sfumato is a painting technique where the artist softens the colours in a picture to such a point that it produces a hazy / smoky / almost ethereal tone. The greatest master of this style of painting is Leonardo da Vinci. But, much of Leonardo's Genius came because he developed his work through close observation of Nature. And she has been painting in Sfumato for 4.3 billion years.
The heavens above are always open. But for now, I'd really rather just stay here. In this paradoxical land. Beautiful and grotesque. Chaotic and structured. Dying and yet still teaming with life.
Whisps and Quivers
Waters of Separation
Water separates the land. But lakes, rivers and oceans etc are not just empty space. In essence, they are full of life. And are built by all these dancing molecules and chemicals - coming together in an unbroken line. So, when we think of things like that Do these waters really separate us - or, rather, do they actually join us together?
The Narrow Gate
Small is the gate, and Narrow the way, that leads to life. And only a few find it.
The reflections in the river are as deep as the sky. And the land under our feet is as much like heaven as the clouds over our head.
It is impossible to step into the same river twice
This land is holy land. We walk on the dust of our ancestors
I was walking on the moon one day
Taken in amongst the chalk rockpools close to my home.
The Petrified Forest
Our forests are in more danger now than at any time in human history. And in walking along paths such as these - it is almost as if we can feel their fear.
The Creation of Adam
Through fire, ash, and smoke
Fingerprints and Footprints
Life is sacred But we are not the only ones who leave our marks on this earth
Memories of Eden
Memories of Eden When all we needed was our freedom. But seasons range, and people change, and friends become estranged. And colour schemes, like past routines, turn to nothing else but dreams. Yet here i stay, to simply say, I miss the better days
Sepia sands and skies and seas
Sometimes, when i look out at a horizon, i find myself wondering; where exactly do the skies start? Because we speak of these dichotomies. The sea and the sky. The sky and the heavens? But, is there really separation? Do the skies start somewhere - and end somewhere else? I don't know. But, when i look at my own life too - i find i am wondering the same thing.
Even if you are a tree that stands alone