A’s birthday – 30!- the day slipped us by and it was 8 by the time we descended to the park via the zigzag. This is the latest winter walk I’ve done, the air hung amber with city lights spreading through the misty sky, after a cold and still rainy day. We did a roundContinue reading “Friday 12.02.2021 Night walk and faerie light”
Category Archives: halting places
Wednesday 10.02.2021
A cold morning and snow as promised, it feels good to wrap up in scarf and gloves and face some weather. I meander as usual. finding my direction and the pull, as ever these days, is eastwards. Still wondering about walls and trees and architectural spaces that include the body in particular ways. Slipping betweenContinue reading “Wednesday 10.02.2021”
Sunday 7.02.2021 Spillage
I got a call from Helle in Utmarken that prompted me out in the evening air, she with a foot of snow and here with snow on the way, a scattering probably midweek, before the rains come again. I enter the Glen to the raucous sound of dirt bikes searing the sky and blasting usContinue reading “Sunday 7.02.2021 Spillage”
Christmas Eve
A walk with friends, on a blue skied day with cool Northerly winds, we saw that in the Council’s dumping ground a giant cyprus tree had been cut down, today – it looked healthy and my heart lurched and felt heavy, where from? …we strolled around and saw more tractors zooming in at the entranceContinue reading “Christmas Eve”
Merry Christmas
The Fire Station lights in conversation with the bright fairy lights of Gorse, so merrily they interact in winter leading to the shortest day, as in summer when one calls to the other on the nights leading up to St John’s Bonna Night and the burnings of summer solstice with other lights – sky/water/city/railings/trees ~
Under The Oak
Lisa came with an envelope today and inside were some rounds, we sang together under the oak, in the damp air sounding the gloaming
Fleischmann House
The composer, Aloys Fleischmann, lived with his family in the Glen, the ballet school would come and dance here, one of the walkers remembers dancing by the well, another Glen walker has cleared back the ivy from what may be all that remains of the Fleischmann residence
Comanche George
I met a beautiful horse and his shy rider today, having a bathe in the icy water to keep the moths from his hoofs, we chatted a while by the bridge where the water is clearest and I was allowed to take some photos of Comanche but then asked to delete them, people don’t likeContinue reading “Comanche George”
Oak Fork
On the high rise of the Glen valley. A place to linger and listen under the open branches of this generous tree, her fractal antennae delicately filtering and mixing the songs of birds with human sounds from below
gorse
I love the way this image bursts open on the page – its so starry and clearly a “five” from – a pentagon/pentangle – I wonder if this is accidental or if it invites us into the growth pattern of gorse… must find out…. https://www.gardenista.com/posts/gardening-101-gorse/ I have been surprised by the popping of gorse andContinue reading “gorse”