wychwoodwalks

Elder Moments

2008-02-17T13:31:00.001Z

Elder Moments, originally uploaded by mindstuart.

Elder Moments

Berry clusters in sparkling sky
Black lushness in Lime Green canopy
The yellow tints of Autumn die
Delicately shade your fruiting body

Pale blue sky, bleached with age
Overlooks the weeping sage
Sunshine white and dappled beige
Penetrates each darkening gage

By Cristina Rowe

Uploaded by mindstuart on 17 Feb 08, 9.44AM GMT.

Way Out: a woodland edge

2008-02-17T13:30:00.001Z

Way Out: a woodland edge, originally uploaded by mindstuart.

way out: a woodland edge

Forest of Fern

2008-02-17T13:29:00.001Z

Forest of Fern, originally uploaded by mindstuart.

poetry by Cristina Rowe

DSCN1716

2008-02-17T13:27:00.001Z

DSCN1716, originally uploaded by mindstuart.

found on the secret path through wychwood

fallen amongst bluebells detail copy.jpg

2007-05-09T18:24:00.001Z

fallen amongst bluebells detail copy.jpg, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

Carpet of bluebells copy_1.jpg

2007-05-08T16:57:00.001Z

Carpet of bluebells copy_1.jpg, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

Did you say you like bluebells?

2007-05-07T14:56:00.001Z

Did you say you like bluebells?, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

the bluebells are at their peak now in Wychwood

cotswold idyl.jpg

2007-05-06T23:10:00.001Z

cotswold idyl.jpg, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

A green fuse is lit

2007-04-17T17:48:00.001Z

A green fuse is lit, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

belongs with "Return to Eden" poem

The Horned Gods silently stir

2007-04-17T17:46:00.001Z

The Horned Gods silently stir, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

belongs with Return to eden poem

Who is truly dead?

2007-04-17T17:44:00.001Z

Who is truly dead?, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

This belongs with the Return to Eden poem

out of darkness

2007-04-17T11:03:00.001Z

out of darkness, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

Eden Revisited

Entering
I am already entranced
The green fuse is lit

A green fire is flowing
An every colour green transfusion
An elixir, pouring life into darkness
Blackness
Brittleness
Brokenness

The Wychwood dead awake
Holes gape, stones slip
Trees come back to life

I lost a child
Here, in these woods
A soul child
Here, in paradise
Among the dead
Among the living
And the reborn

Out of darkness he comes
To witness with me
Such incredible peace
Even my footfalls
A piercing disturbance
Twig snaps
A cannonade

I breathe in the stillness
A presence among the dead
As they catch again
At the tinder box
Of new life
A new day
New Beginnings

Who is truly dead?
Who is just sleep-walking
To be aroused
Awakened
Rooting
In this new-warmed earth
This repopulated Eden

The Horned Gods silently stir
Stretching
Uplifted arms, out of silent slumber
Sprung so suddenly
From the prison of winter
With its numbing north wind
And its furies of frost

Trees uncoil like snakes
Re-clothed
In velvet green moss-skin
As the soft sun sings
Of another Eden Time

I wonder
How many more such seasons
Will come to me, like Lazarus
Before I am taken
Beyond even this Eden
With its war scarred peaces
To that peace
Which truly passes human understanding

Blair's England; the Face of War.

2007-04-16T14:50:00.001Z

Blair's England; the Face of War., originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

A cold sunday morning in March 2007. The clouds snake towards me around the edge of wychwood. Will Bush and Blair invade Iran now, even as power begins to drain away from them?

Click on the hyperlink for the poetry that goes with this picture.

kiss of new life

2007-04-16T14:38:00.001Z

kiss of new life 2 copy.jpg, originally uploaded by Trans-itions.

I was very forcibly struck by the way the new growth on the far tree reaches out to touch the extended branches of the dead or not yet reborn tree in the foreground. I have edited the previous shot to bring this out more effectively

Return to Eden

2007-04-16T07:25:00.000Z

I have restarted this web log with a change of address due to problems uploading to the old site. It should be pretty straightforward now to upload photos and keep up to date with the walks in wychwood creating poetry and pictures.

This shot is called the kiss of new life. It was so exciting to experience the dynamic between death decay and destruction amidst an explosion of new life in the trees.