Lorries barrel between snow clouded hills,
Werner Herzog on the radio .
These last few days have been hard.
We bring back snowdrops and sympathy cards
and a tenacious geranium.

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Lorries barrel between snow clouded hills,
Werner Herzog on the radio .
These last few days have been hard.
We bring back snowdrops and sympathy cards
and a tenacious geranium.


Raining, walking and drawing.
New Year near Kinloch Hourn. Look at it on a map and you’ll see its a road to nowhere or somewhere depending or how you look at things. But its also the middle of nowhere and I had forgotten how dark the night sky can be . The sound of water is everywhere below, above and across the dark stained moorland, rolling down the hillsides emptying into amber coloured burns, and finally into the river in the glen. Deer, buzzards, but little else out in this end of year weather. It is full of quiet, if you can ignore the rain, such a fullness of silence, it is just the place for new ideas.
A very happy new year !
Dominique x

A day of frustration in the studio, of getting it wrong. So, a walk to Badgers Wood. Shadows ink the north edge of beech trees that mark the boundary. Embroidered moss tucks its feet in around their roots. Holding out a hand to the horizon I can rest the sun in my palm, mine for a moment in all the world. The shrike of sharp bird song, an old man and his dog with a few words on the weather at days end. A bumblebee forages on the slim pickings of gorse flowers as the sun sinks lower, cooling the air and the day exhales.
At a lay-by a man in his car, outstretched arms draped over the steering wheel, tired, troubled or both. A shaft of sunlight catches the high wire cables slung between giant pylons, disappearing over velvet caped hills.