Author Archives: @julforres

I have been slowly returning to the Glen these days of Mí na Marbh. The river water has been consistently brown It is strange and beautiful and I know its bad for the river to carry such a load. I know it must be coming from the housing developments upstream. This is my fourth eveningContinue reading “Saturday 16 November 2024 Brown Waters and bird calls”

The gaps between walks stretch and collapse these days and today the winds shimmy in song and ripple ~ summoning and releasing invisible presences in air, on water, through the winter valley The whisper touch of living and dying, honed branches and fallen leaves speak in shapes shifted from puddles, on the gravel, at theContinue reading “Winter ~ Saturday 9 December 2023”

There is a synching of things, tracings and happenings in the Glen the surfaces and spaces tuning to one another the brown bronze of the swollen river drifts and swellings the movement across surfaces the metallic surface of the burnings and drownings their interlockings

So much happens all day every day – then there is a deluge – the river runs fast and with an urgency cutting through the Glen – filling spaces and gouging out where there is no channel to support its course, brown red brown opaque liquid clay fills the glen, swarming about trees, filling theContinue reading “Deluge – Tuesday Wednesday Thursday 17-19 Oct 2023 – Storm Babet – spin, rinse, hangout to dry”

entering beneath the lines in Sunday mists ….dew lingering every where it can

I am back in the Glen in the early morning, its a time of a coming new moon and transition… dead dry docs are stalking through the still lush grass …rowan fruiting vermillion, chestnuts spiking up and the Chicken of the Woods returns to the womb of the hollowed poplar stump making a basket ofContinue reading “Tuesday 15 August 2023”

It’s raining a cold March rain as I stand at the Snake awaiting the arrival of A, who is searching for her red wellies… my gaze meanders over the familiar patchwork; circles squares texts and textures…the musical notes, the yinyang, always landing on Vincey Long is a Legend… I remember V the child, back inContinue reading “liftings, slippings….Tuesday 14 March 2023”

Another gap, plenty of water under the bridge. flowing flowing Back to the Glen I stand over the river facing the disappearing waters as they flow under me away from me this is the direction for the turning of the year, watching the waters wash westwards the low sun rising at my back we areContinue reading “Solstice 2022”

It is the time of suspension and falling and the glimmering colours before the quiet release …the most gentle sweep to sustain into the dead still of the Cailleach’s grip. hawthorn and sorbus berries, scarlet and vermillion – October CRUSH – golden stars of maple and sycamore, fallen acorns hatching pink seekers all rain-swept inContinue reading “Across the Bridge October into November colours Wednesday 2 Nov 2022”