Winter sun.

Where the sun has not yet reached, frost glitters on fallen leaves. Startled deer crash through the undergrowth where newly truffled earth says badger. Sticky buds of the sycamore house a flock of long tailed tits singing their winter songs. Beyond the wood the hedgerow casts long shadows acrosss the field from a pale winter sun.

Merry Christmas to everyone. I hope you all have the best one you can and here’s to the returning light and promises for a better year ahead.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me this year to keep making work. It has meant more than usual. Dominique x

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