Looking for how nature does punctures:
Lots of chalk hag stones:
In a bitterly cold East wind straight off the sea.
The weather can puncture the day too:
From blue skies:
And an hour later… blue clouds at 3pm. This was not dusk. I’ve never seen a blue cloud before.
My nightmare won’t let me go – so I’ve been exploring it in further exercise to blog. For now, the images that remains and now hopefully freed from my brain on to the page: