Ramblin’ on my mind

December 2022. The year draws to the shortest day, the pivot point where we can start to look forward again. The Holly King rules the woods as they sleep through winter and I am walking through the landscape all my senses tuned. Some call drawing taking a line for a walk, I’m taking my art for a walk.

9am the temperature is minus 2, and cloudy but with only light winds, and sunshine is forecast. I wrap up well and head out over long familiar paths from my door. Eyes open, trying to see the familiar as new.

Walking to London