by Steve Tanham
It was the sunset that started it, the return of what I have come to think of as ‘ the full sky’, just after the vernal equinox. I have a habit, when I manage to do full day’s gardening, of sitting with a final outdoor cup of tea and looking at the approaching sunset, camera in hand, experiencing what the ancient philosophers called ‘agape’. … Read More Ten small things
by Steve Tanham
I should have known, I tell myself – as the torrential rain comes at me sideways and immediately drenches my black corduroy trousers, that it was going to be one of those days. Note to self: cords and heavy rain do not a happy camper make… Not that I’m camping. It’s a normal, February, Saturday morning in South Lakeland and the rain has … Read More Agents of the Deluge
by Steve Tanham
I’m undergoing a kind of self-imposed emotional therapy at the moment, one that has nothing to do with my physical injury. I also have two ‘therapists’ in the wider sense of the word. The one looking after my lower left limb is located nearby in Kendal, the other is… rather more virtual. As often happens with emotional therapy, the associated synchronicities are coming thick and … Read More The Bristly Hog: Ghost Dancer
Sun in Gemini 
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