A last night on the land during the semester break. Time in our neighbouring village, with women and chldren - some who'd painted eggs with me 12 years ago.
Patches of snow on the northern sections of slopes highlight the landscape. The car skids on village roads flooded with melt water. Monday morning a sprinkling of fine snow granules
How snow transforms - on all scales. Cold, damp, white... obviously. Stop and watch how light has changed, water finds a way, soil shapes as it soaks up melting snow. Traces of recent past, anticipating possible futures
Had I been told when I first moved to Turkey (2.12.1993) that I'd celebrate 25 years mucking out chickens, preparing worm food and playing multiplication cubes with a shepherd's daughter, I'd have been "dead chuffed" (extremely happy)!
British rain gets us talking about our aims
Later cameras come out to catch bites of life and thoughts.
Temperatures drop as autumn creeps in. How with the railway trough (the horizontal portion of the viaduct) affect the land 90m below?
Nature heals, after the cold hit a little too hard last Wednesday.
9 us celebrated the full moon closest to the autumn equinox with Cantonese Moon Cakes - Thanks, Yvonne! Most left well before sunrise for class registration. 3 of us froze in the sudden temperature drop.
As the earth slips into shorter days, energies flow...
What do the different sounds our chickens make mean? A sort of whistle...