It’s a strange process. An idea may surface out of the blue, a line may suggest itself, or an incident trigger some reaction. With the space and time to reflect and compose, which lockdown has given, something emerges. Not high-flown, or cleverly orchestrated as I don’t possess the necessary poetic skills, but I enjoy putting the word pictures together, and hope anybody who reads it will enjoy it as well.
If music be the food of love …
Winter Landscape 2020-2021