Recondite Reflections
What is this ditch but a split in the earth, a millrace stilled, a catchment for water, fallen limbs and leaves.
Here are the hidden places of nature’s divination, a cauldron of dark harmonies, descending roots and rising connections.
Beneath these trees, absent of all artifice, is a shifting mosaic of silver and shadow shimmering with rain.
Here is nature’s default mode network, a mirror spun from depths unseen, a cradle of life, decay, chaos and complexity, and accidental beauty.