Mister Twemlow

 Gale carve

Festive twig

Old flame

Conduit

Winter memory of summer souse, of cold salt-wrapped plunge. Of a day that seems to live a century ago now. And this night, as a riled Boreas now wings about, black and endless, for a moment the half-dream eclipses my nocturnal Trinitron sun.

Intersect

The berries are abundant again this year, and I took this photo before the Blackbird ate them all. If he’s not eating the berries, he’s usually singing a hushed tune in the Bay tree.

Lantern

Shunt

Orbital

Freedom

Yellow Sun

Frequencies

A quiet statement of motion and time pauses my journey for a moment…