‘I love autumn and winter more. Something opens up in me then – something soft and deep and glowing – which is far too shy to expose itself to the inexhaustible light of summer.’ Sharon Blackie, The Enchanted Life.
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All articles filed in Caro Woods
I am an artist who lives in an old Methodist Chapel in the heart of a small rural village on the Western edge of Dartmoor, Devon. I love wild places and make work about the pilgrimages I make. Most days revolve around the needs of my two ponies and two whippets and writing a book about one of my epic equine pilgrimage. Otherwise I spend my time creating: with camera, pencil, pen, brush or collage. Also blog posts about walking / thinking / observing / drawing. A spiritual quester who enjoys sharing my encounters with the mystery and magic of everyday life, both mundane and profound. Above all, always searching for the core of my creativity.
Book of Poetry
I got a lovely surprise the other day when this book of poetry arrived in the post. Emily Benton from The School of Literature, Drama and Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia had been trawling through some images on line in search of something to put on the front cover for their current…
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black & white
The result of a recent Facebook challenge.
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Catch Up
I’ve just spent some time updating this blog. When I last published a post on here, we were also deep in the midst of winter. That was the winter of 2015, since which time I have continued blogging but on new sites set up to highlight my subsequent projects. Also, a running commentary on Facebook.…
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A Frozen Serenity
For more Serenity pictures, here…..or follow this link to my other blog, pilgrimonhorseback.com, to see more frosty photos.
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My Nativity, a Soapy Opera
I remember my father saying that before I was conceived I was just the twinkle in his eye. So its true then, we really are created out of star dust? Recently, I decided to record the experience of going through a car-wash. I am mesmerised as miles of accumulated grime is scuffed and rinsed away.…
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Candy Stripes and Winter Blues
Tammie and I found ourselves on a deserted beach at West Wittering, one rather cold and wet day this week. This punctuated orange triangle stood out from the crowd We dried ourselves out and warmed ourselves up in the pub afterwards Then I found this in my bedroom. For other Converge posts, this weeks’ photo…
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Hubble and Bubble and Remembering Loved Ones
I keep seeing frogs. Live ones and even a dead one. Could this mean I’m about to find my Prince Charming? Unlikely. Only the other day I rescued this little beauty that had fallen into a bucket of water. What could be more appropriate as a Halloween animal spirit? As we all know, many a…
Read MorePointing the Way
Signs. The subject for this weeks WordPress photo challenge. All these photos were taken over the course of my week-long reconnoitre trip up to the Holy island of Lindisfarne during Michaelmas last week. (see also Pilgrim on Horseback for the back story). Click on any of the photos if you wish to read the messages…
Read MoreAllowing Silence to Speak
Inspired by this: It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice…
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