Light breaks on secret lots,On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;When logics dies,The secret of the soil grows through the eye,And blood jumps in the sun;Above the waste allotments the dawn halts. —Dylan Thomas How can you tell the difference between a photo of a sunset and a sunrise. One of the… Continue reading Sunrise or sunset?
Yesterday morning we said goodbye to our clifftop refuge. We woke before dawn, pulled ourselves out of the warm blanket, and walked out past the garden to the edge of the cliff. Far below us was Arthur Lake, with a huddle of houses around it. But we could see beyond it to the ranges which… Continue reading Winterdawn
A lioness never disappoints. Our attention was drawn to this individual when she stood up from rest in tall grass. The sun had not yet risen, but the sky was pretty light. We watched her as she sniffed the air, moved a few paces, and coughed once. The Family was watching her through binoculars; I… Continue reading Lioness at home
On almost the last day of the year I got up to see a sunrise for the first time in twelve months. The fiery photo you see above is of a sunrise seen from Neil Island in the Andaman archipelago. Sitapur beach is the place in Neil Island where people go to see the sunrise.… Continue reading Ending the year right