whilst my heart belongs to the sycamore tree, there is just something about the silvery scars of the silver birch that captures my heart. add moss and i am thoroughly captured.
beauty in the woods
the saltings—where many of my poems are born
Fairly close to where I live, is a gem of a greenspace called The Saltings. It is a favourite place of mine to walk and many of my poems are born here whilst walking—picture me making a mad dash for my car so that I can get to my notebook before I lose the thread... Continue Reading →
a slow weekend.
A weekend of long walks and looking up. Images © Liezel Graham 2019.
