Many exceptional writers have responded to a portfolio of my recent photography for a project called Picture This. I am overwhelmed by the beautiful work I've received. I have also worked with photographer and film-maker Craig Thomas, on a short film entitled Still Life, containing a selection of these images. Ingrid Andrew is a multi-talented artist. Her poem below is a delicate and beautifully observed narrative of seasonal change.
Ingrid is an artist, poet and singer songwriter living in London.
Cusp
Yesterday; morning.
From leaden skies; a flurry of snow flakes that do not settle.
The cold creeps up our sleeves.
By afternoon; a blue and silver sky, with ice white clouds.
That evening, walking home, the snow is sprouting crystalline from the pavements, thickening on car bonnets and windows.
The little, beloved tree at the rise of our road, is frosted coral.
This morning back garden fences alight with lichen green; February trees conduct sunshine along their still branches.
A blackbird and a jay sit companionably together;
survey the scene.
