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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!

Monday, 14 February 2011

Lord, blow the moon out


this image immediately came to mind when i heard this beautiful verse of a traditional american folk song. The author must also have looked upon soft green hills, a patchwork quilt strewn with fleecy woodland copses. When softened further by silver moonlight you can just imagine peeling back the edge of a field and crawling under....mmm...goodnight...zzzzzZZZ

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