Ancestors, Samhain and Matariki

Ancestors, Samhain and Matariki

  Every Sunday my Aunt Jessie would visit the graveyard. The graveyard lay on the other side of town, a little further out than our house, so it became a natural thing for me to join her at our gate and run alongside.   This is how I came to explore the...
In winter light

In winter light

  I’ve been out walking in┬áthe brief fine patches between showers, hail and steady rain, and have composed this winter photo poem for you. I hope you enjoy it.   In winter light, new shapes emerge     In winter light, a shiver crosses the...