Faced with a world that seems to revel in negativity, I turn to nature.
Not just to a panorama or to classical landscape art -
but to cloud-watching, fluttering leaves, sunsets and moonrises.
The icy embrace of water; the soft tickle of grass;
the roughness of tree bark.
The creak of trees clad in ivy, when the wind blows through them.
A shower of blossom petals on a wet pavement.
The rip of white foam on an incoming wave, where the sea and sky meet.
Transformation. Primal energy. Following the light.
Nature is divine and the horizon is endless.