A Blast of East Wind

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: