There is a wilderness in each of us
Behind the inscriptions,
The vines cling to the country air,
Beyond the horizon,
Without witness, a birds song
Behind every interpretation to feather the darkness
Remains always, a portrait, longing.
A Symphony of Spring
The Anatomy Of A Secret
“In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement."
- Aldous Huxley
The Divers of Dusseldorf Lake
Happy New Year!
Two bodies, two lives sharing the wings of a single bird upon the remains of a Bronze Age settlement
For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
- Carl Sagan
Presented to the sky like an atom that simply distributes the weight of a cloud.
To pass through all that comes afterwards
Forget The Past
Two Together Between Two Worlds
“I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other.”
- Rainer Maria Rilke
This series of photographs document our time living in the remoteness of the Brecon Beacons
This series of photographs document our time living and writing on the roads of Europe.