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Thinking

A Winter’s Tail

On a night walk west, a glance east towards the rising full moon on the last night of Winter. The clocks went forward this morning. Now, to Spring.
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Living

08:05

A misty February morning sunrise over the River Colne at Cooks Shipyard, Wivenhoe.

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Making

Winter Strata

Land
Sky
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Moving

Moon River

Seeing out 2020 with a moonlit midnight winter walk.
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Making

A Frozen Web

A thawing cobweb as the temperature edges close to zero.

Out at daybreak on Tuesday to photograph cobwebs in the freezing mist, I literally bumped into a professional photographer doing the same. He gave me his card and we both turned to go in opposite directions, disappearing into the fog to go our separate ways along the river. It was a great way to start the day before my final lectures of the year.

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Moving

Soft Focus

Taken on my sunset walk along the River Colne tonight, in the freezing fog, looking across to Rowhedge and their Christmas decorations. Every season, and each change of the weather, has its own beauty. The fog muffles sound and alters light, bringing quiet and calm, slowing life down.

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Moving

A Rare Bird

Alighting from Wivenhoe quayside, today, 1 December 2020.

Welcoming Advent on my morning walk along the quayside at Wivenhoe, before starting another day working from home.

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Living

One of those mornings…

One of those mornings...

As a drawn-out, unpredictable, emotional rollercoaster of a sober October (my canine-supervised sobriety has been raising funds for Macmillan Cancer Support ) draws to its inevitable close, Frank and Zoe-dog prepare for winter. They begin to tolerate each other in close proximity for the darkest months; sharing fur warmth and firework worries. Tomorrow, Zoe-dog will celebrate her seventh birthday. A rescue from downtown San Jose, CA, where she was dumped as a tiny puppy at Christmas 2012, I gave her Hallowe’en as her birthday. The math works and so do her spells.

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Living

Clocking Off

The air is milder, the days little-by-little longer, now, I feel it is but a short hop to Spring. In the morning, I leave for work as the sun comes up, and in the evening, I leave for home just as it sets. Winter is clocking off.

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Living

Waiting for Spring

It’s day three of a big freeze here in the UK. In my part of East Anglia, the east wind is currently taking the temperature down to – 12 Celsius and turning the back garden into an unruly snow globe. Powdery snowballs from the trees, dodged by puffed up birds, mingle with fresh snowfall. I filled the bird feeder in the apple tree this morning, for the blue tits (which speed feed before the resident robin can object) and covered the garden table with the remaining seeds for larger birds. Here, we aren’t used to these temperatures even at this time of year, and nor is the wildlife. I hold on to my love of the peace and light the snow bring. I’m hopeful for Spring.