Winter Solstice

No Sun to warm the spirit this Winter Solstice morning, though the other elements stood in to take up the slack; the earth was solid beneath our feet, the rain washing our amassed worries lose as winds blew the years emotional detritus asunder. The lack of tangible horizon may have obscured our view, though I know the Sun returned and with him a kernel of hope. No day day for a sunrise photo mind. So instead here's a picture of a White Buck, symbolic of cleansing and renewal, it was taken a couple of days ago in the forest, a blessing to behold.  Of course, he was easy to spot, it wasn't until I was editing the photo that I noticed his two companions, one either side of him. How wonderful, how magical...even if I didn't notice them at the time. Anyway, it's Solstice and we wish you flags, flax, fodder and Frigg for the coming turn of the wheel, and all that you'd wish for yourselves. Solstice blessing y'all. 

White Buck

Moving with grace and deftness like a ghost passing between worlds a white Buck appears through the stands and stops in its tracks with our approach. Motionless he stares across at us as we stare back at him, he gauging our intensions and our level of threat, whilst we in wonder at such a beautiful and magnificent beast. Time stands still, until after several minuets I decided I'd try for a better shot, and the moment I moved he was off, disappearing amongst the mess of fallen boughs and fading autumn bracken. Although more common than they used to be, I always feel blessed to have seen one of the forests white deer population, particularly a fine antlered stag such as this fellow.