Welcome to Harvest Moon, a place where the creatures and landscapes of my imagination take form and meet the world. Nestled in beneath the wild craggy tors of Dartmoor inspiration comes on chilly winds from moonlit landscapes of other realms which share this rugged, ancient land of gorse and granite. Living here I sometimes feel on a bridge between worlds and ages as the land speaks from spluttering streams and wind-beaten tors, telling stories of folk and beast, but only in snatches before the endings are whipped away down the valley with the broad river and out to sea. So here I will share these stories and characters and they can dwell in your own imagination, continuing their stories with infinite outcomes. This is how they live, enjoy them!

Friday, 25 February 2011

After Imbolc....signs of life

Pussy Willow emerges early, wrapped up warm against the late frosts.
 Witch Hazel explodes with little sunbursts like woodland fireworks.
Hazel is dripping with golden catkins but the real treasure is found on closer inspection.

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