The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing – from Winter Trees by Sylvia Plath read more Early […]
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy. -W. H. Auden A poetic extract for this week’s quotation-inspired image. If the quote inspires a […]
Autumn’s morning fog made sitting on one of the many benches in Hampstead Heath somewhat impractical – unless you don’t mind getting a wet bottom. But as the morning progressed, the sun won the […]