Welcome

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!

Saturday, 5 February 2011

guinea moon

The guinea fowl spend their day rushing hither and thither, clucking and flapping in their little huddles with some mysterious sense of urgency. But as the sun slides back behind one hill and the moon rises above another, all goes quiet and oh, so still. Perched up in the apple tree and the magnolia beyond the foxes reach the guinea fowl sleep...but always with one eye open.

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