feeling a little lost and disconnected, I fall back on old themes: roots, branches, mycelium, bones, water and wandering river beds.
I was looking at the egret as I crossed the bridge over the river, then a cormorant flew in and landed on the water right under me.
The cormorant didn’t make it into this drawing though! Also I hasten to add that I’m still drawing from imagination not observation, so you birders please forgive my inaccuracies.
Reading A. E. Housman’s “A Shropshire Lad”. I’m not sure how this relates, but I was thinking about that particular sweetness of life and love when you’re facing uncertainty and crisis