Melancholy Angel

One of two angels flanking the West door of St Mary's, Northiam.

Beyond Words

In my dream we were manipulating sheets of raw energy. When I woke my palms were still tingling.  I lay drowsing for a while, trying to hold onto the dream and everything it implied- but of course I couldn't.

Think of a landscape seen from a high hill-  in golden evening or morning light-  and all you've got to record it with is a Kodak Box Brownie.