This morning I had an early wander, the Sun had yet to show her face and the Moon wasn’t giving off much light yet there was still enough to see by. By the time I’d wandered through the wood I could see mist starting to rise from the fields and fill the hollows between the small hills. So I took a few photographs, but the light wasn’t there and the photographs looked flat. I wandered on a bit further hoping that there would be enough light to make the mist…
Read MoreMonth: August 2013
Wandering
This morning there was mist in the valley and it felt fresh outside, which was perfect for a wander with the dog (and of course the camera ;-)). Though I think Hugo may have started to wonder if I’d put the camera away and carry on with the morning wander at some point 😉
Read MoreGoing Downstream
Yesterday it rained, it rained in the morning, quite heavily from what I remember. It rained at lunchtime, still fairly heavily but I was hiding inside well away from the weather 😉 It rained in the afternoon too, actually, it rained from early(ish) morning to early evening. Rain isn’t all that unusual for us around here, but it is unusual for me to be actually off the day after it rained and for me to have a little free time to go play in the stream through the wood 🙂…
Read MoreEyes of Tol in Gaurhoth
When I first saw the ‘wolves’ theme over at john-howe.com this scene sprang to mind, from Tolkien’s tale of Beren and Lúthien… “Then Sauron stripped from the their disguise, and they stood before him naked and afraid. But though their kinds were revealed, Sauron could not discover their names or their purposes. He cast them therefore into a deep pit, dark and silent, and threatened to slay them cruel, unless one would betray the truth to him. From time to time they saw two eyes kindled in the dark, and…
Read MoreOn Ederachillis’ Shore
I was looking for inspiration for ‘wolf’ themed paintings when Julie pointed me towards this poem… On Ederachillis’ shore The grey wolf lies in wait- Woe to the broken door, Woe to the loosened gate, And the groping wretch whom sleety fogs On the trackless moor belate. The lean and hungry wolf, With his fangs so sharp and white, His starveling body pinched By the frost of a northern night, And his pitiless eyes that scare the dark With their green and threatening light. He climeth the guarding dyke, He…
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