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winter solstice

Mynydd Llangyndeyrn was misted low into cloud with Westerly sideways-driving rain yesterday evening. No sunset, no once-in-a-lifetime astronomy event, no birds or animals to be seen or heard, only the chance to feel the air, to become cold and wet, to listen to the rain, and to watch the evening greying down to dimness and disappearing.

It was strangely joyful and lovely, and when I got home I was inspired to make home-made mince-pie mix for the holidays, and roasted vegetables for food tonight – just for the pure joy of contrast of cosy-inside-kitchen-world to damp-outside-mountain-world.

As I left the street lights started to come on one by one. I love that moment.

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a video fragment

A fragment of another book of the dark (video), made on Mynydd Llangyndeyrn.

There is something that I like very much about this one, it may be that what I like about it is that it is so deeply imperfect, to the point of awkward.

A bitter-sharp wind. My hands clumsy, numb fingers sticking out of fingerless gloves, feet stumbling as I was turning.

[To see the best of this video, it helps if you cut down the relflected light in your room].

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book of the dark

what is a book of the dark?
having no idea how to answer this, I have made one
it is a test or a draft
a starting point for myself
something to work from