Another rainy day in the studio...
The subtle element of time

The sun has returned...

Morning walk

...for the moment, at least...and the Hound is back in her hills again. Perched on her rock, she reads news in the wind with the twitch of her nose and the cocking of her ears. I sit close by, my skirt tucked beneath me, a book of poems in my lap, coffee in a tin cup. Today's poem, Tilly, is this one. Hush now, stay close, and listen.

Morning walk 2