Category: Seasons of the year

The liquid depth of January

(📩 330 words, a two minute read) I love to discover a scene that epitomises (for me) the main characteristic of each month. January is a particular challenge! I took this one dangling the iPhone precariously over the safety railings of the village’s old bridge. As can be seen, the River Kent is in full flood, though not dangerously so. In mid December, 2015, … Read More The liquid depth of January

The Perfect Evening

I begin to look for it from the start of July… The ‘perfect evening’. Highly subjective, of course. For me, it begins with a gentleness of warm (but not hot) air flowing over the land. Add in light that has a softness – as though mother-of-pearl had been ground into a fine dust and scattered, unseen. And the final ingredient is an emotional, mellow … Read More The Perfect Evening

Gold and Grey

I love that moment – when summer sun and dark clouds fight to cover the land below in a fast-moving and alternating patchwork of colour and it’s absence. If there’s gold on the land to bejewel the electric grey of the sky, even better… Here, at Fell Foot Park, on the southern tip of Windermere, the extremes always seem to be marked, both summer … Read More Gold and Grey

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A Rite of Spring Green

As dwellers on the southern edge of the English Lake District, we are very conscious of the seasons. The dawning of what I call ‘the real Spring’ is a feeling rather than an exact date. It is triggered by the sight of a certain shade of green in the local forest’s foliage. I couldn’t define that green; simply state that it has a ‘voice’ … Read More A Rite of Spring Green

Crank and Spin

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog

The Human Eye in Winter

Within the blood of life the love is colour: The lime-shine kiss of spring’s new fingers The rising sun, the heart of gold The mellow blaze as autumn lingers. And listens to the human eye in winter —- Dark path the seeming death that follows fall Pale exile when the tints have turned to bone A zero-state as life, slow-frozen, bares its truth: That … Read More The Human Eye in Winter

Stages of Mellow

I find the autumn has distinct stages, and that these are subtly different on the coast. I suppose the adjacent presence of the sea – with its residual warmth from the summer – has a modifying effect on the foliage of the trees, but this may be fanciful on my part. Either way, as colour fades, the intensity of shadows becomes more important; knowing … Read More Stages of Mellow

Maple Quay

There’s a giant maple tree on the quayside at Waterhead on the northern shores of Lake Windermere. Waterhead is the most northerly ferry stop on this, England’s biggest lake. Boats from Waterhead link the town of Ambleside to Bowness and Lakeside at the southern tip of the lake. We call it ‘Maple Quay’ though it has no official name. In the autumn, the tree … Read More Maple Quay

Ark of the Berry

When Winter’s bite Makes clear it’s first and full intent There comes to pass a holy summer berry, Both food and ark of life renewed. Which eaten and dispersed, begins The dark and bitter climb, through Root and branch and stem Until within the flower of year to come It finds itself remade but one ————————————— ©Stephen Tanham 2022 Stephen Tanham is a Director … Read More Ark of the Berry

When the sky grows

There is a wildness to these last days of May; an energy long pent-up that rushes from the thrusting ground to meet the brightness of the glowing clouds… The whole locked in some exotic equilibrium, one pushing, the other pulling, until, racing past the middle of June, they sight the shimmering solstice. ©Stephen Tanham 2022 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, … Read More When the sky grows

That early January feeling…

It was the Christmas tree outside the Booths supermarket that triggered the thoughts… Now pale against the bright January sun and the crisp cold, its icy beauty was somehow less than the real thing, a warming image of a Christmas now gone and packed up into the storage boxes under the eaves. Ahead of me, the Kendal district of Fellside climbed up in the … Read More That early January feeling…

Enduring Oak