by Steve Tanham
I walk the collie through the local forest and marvel at the intensity of the green mosses and lichen growing on the limestone boulders and the forms of dead or dying trees felled by the savage winds we get in these parts – particularly between the start of November up to the new year. With the other side of my mind I curse the … Read More Green that thrives in winter
by Steve Tanham
It’s a steep climb from Kendal’s town centre up to the old castle that still stands guard over this ancient town. Once there, you are greeted with 360 degrees of lovely landscape, ranging from the north end of Morecambe Bay to the Lakeland hills. Just to the north-east lie the less visited Howgills. I always glance across, as the view of hills and dales … Read More The Fury on the Horizon
by Steve Tanham
Sometimes, the moment just is … in all its beauty. The leaves, their work done, let go the link to their sustenance and fall through space to an unknown place, where their form blazes briefly amidst their kin, before losing its cohesion in the harshness of winter, returning everything they have been, but not this memory, to the good earth. ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen … Read More The surrender of final beauty
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by Steve Tanham
It’s like a Dutch canal system in miniature. It’s usually freezing cold, and seems to go dark quicker, there, than anywhere else we visit. Welcome to the hidden gem of the shore at Bolton-le-Sands, Lancashire. There’s a main channel that divides the long shoreline in two. The collie loves it, as she can vault over the narrow waters in pursuit of the frisbee; then … Read More The waterways of Bolton-le-Sands
by Steve Tanham
Sun’s gold sinks beneath Full waters of the open eye Sea calls, singing ‘home’. ———- ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham is a writer, mystical teacher and Director of the Silent Eye, a correspondence-based journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
by Steve Tanham
That feeling of being behind a time-travelling invisible ‘camera’, the result of a compelling narrative that plays you as witness to the action – or misdemeanour – that’s just taken place. Crime writers know it well. It’s one of the tools of their trade. The proverbial smoking gun, borrowed by just about everyone else who wants to invoke that sense of vivid event a … Read More Slices of Titanic (1) Malcolm’s pocket watch
by Steve Tanham
The wind howled at us as we left the car park to climb the hill to the strange stone ring on its summit. It’s in the Republic of Ireland, near the border with Northern Ireland; all of it within the ancient province of Ulster. Bernie had seen it in a guide book and we wanted to take a look while we were in the … Read More A Donegal Journey (4) : The Ring on the Hill
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by Steve Tanham
We thought we’d save it for the final day of our time in Co. Donegal but then – on the way back from visiting a nearby hilltop ring fort and surviving a gale that tried to hurl us off the elevated walkways – we felt in need of a gentler experience. Driving back to our rented cottage, we passed the Inch Banks causeway that … Read More A Donegal Journey (3) The Last Inch
by Steve Tanham
There’s a ferry across this largest of Donegal’s Lochs. It takes you, with car, from Bruncrana to Rathmulan, on the far shore. It departs from the end of the pier, as in the shot above, which is how we first encountered it. If it’s not raining, that is, or too blowy … or if it’s not September, when the summer timetable is replaced by … Read More Breakfast at Tank and Skinny’s
by Steve Tanham
The tidal salt marshes at Bolton-le-Sands – between Morecambe and Carnforth, on the Lancashire coast – are both beautiful and treacherous… The sea races in and fills the narrow channels, sometimes overspilling onto what seemed safe walking paths only a short time before. It’s easy to work your way to the sea through the maze of possible paths, only to find the tide has … Read More Tidal salt-marsh
by Steve Tanham
As a child, I remember being conscious of a few autumn days that had a ‘special gold’ in them. Walking the collie by the River Kent, I realised we were experiencing another. I looked down at the surface of the water and knew I had a short time to record one of the special moments that characterise such mellowness. ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham … Read More The waters of early autumn
by Steve Tanham
Our beloved ash tree, which defines the far end of the garden, is doomed. We have several ash trees around the perimeter of the garden, and they – like all the others in this part of the world – seem destined to be either felled or cut right back to a small spread around the main trunk; the latter being left standing as a … Read More Dying back…
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