Nature is my solace in this transition. There is so much beauty to be found here. The yellowing trees against the blue, grey green sky. The clouds that move so quickly past my window. The wind that stirs and whirls around the edges of the old buildings.

The rain that blows in and stops as soon as it starts, the loch and it’s ripples and reeds. The bench in the sunshine with the breeze in my hair and across my face.

The structures, stacked and layered, cut the sky into parcels. The negative space always evident, a secondary force.