Flaming winter sunsets are absolutely glorious.
The past few days have been grey and drizzly but I caught this earlier in the week.
I'm sensing a collective sigh of resignation as winter begins to sink its teeth in just a little. Cold, hard, dark months are around the corner and there is a feeling of contraction, shrinking in, hunched shoulders.
But I would assert that winter can be a wonderful time for creativity. Sure, the summer is great – but when it's bright and warm it seems to me that the consciousness rises up to more of a surface level. Holidays, barbecues, slip-slopping around in flip-flops.
But winter is deep, still, magical. Time to drop back down into the realms folklore, fairytales, mysticism and beguiling fantasy...