Wood, stone and earth are the all-embracing features of my native landscape, both the landscape which exists within, and the one which is visible in the great wide world. Perhaps they are the same landscape after all? I spend my spare time (and my happiest time) pottering among the great trees and old stones of the Lanark Highlands, and on winter nights I often think of the wood and stone resting patiently beneath the snow.
There is Zen simplicity and winter clarity in this tableau of fallen maple in the embrace of old granite, fallen maple which is slowly turning back into earth.
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