"You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves" from the Wild Geese by Mary Oliver Sign up for updates from my new photographic sketch book here With thanks to Grace . . .
The swans are back on the lake for the winter. Just one pair, they come every year. I have to go deeper into the forest to glimpse them up close. At first they are hidden by the reeds but as I step . . .
It's early, 4 am. It's going to be a good day, the darkness is a kind of blue. A spooky mist is rising from the lake. As the sun starts to brighten in the east it gradually . . .