dark is the night

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.”

Macbeth Act 1. Scene I

“As I did stand my watch upon the hill,

I look’d toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

The wood began to move.”

Macbeth Act 5. Scene V.

b/w

As a child, my third sibling was a dog with white socks.

The smell of laundry dried in the sun makes me happy.

Glastonbury Tor.

Drawing on the train to Exeter.

The view from my window.