Within a journey there is always a point of waiting, a space where little or nothing seems to happen. Much the same as the moment in time when a pendulum is neither swinging up nor swinging down, or the pause between ebb and flow of waves on the shoreline. Akin to a blank page between chapters, they are Nature's rests that help us appreciate her rhythm.
This blog has been post-less for a little while now, but the tide has turned, news things are afoot and The Old Burrow has more tales and artwork within its cosy walls....
The Wayfarers' Wait
Original size 4" x 7 1/2"