In the wee small hours

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Such a lot of reflection and celebration of the gift of life happens in the wee small hours.

Here, images of the things that matter most to me pass before my eyes – nature, including the still, rooted knowing of plant-life; and the sources, shapes, sounds and touch of warmth, colour, scent, light, shadow, love, nourishment, restoration and rest.

In the wee small hours Edinburgh is largely quiet, and thankfully, and reflectively, so am I …

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