Claire O’Hea

An unknown river melts in a remote half frozen place. Folded buds wrapped in semi transparent mantles cautiously open as the ground begins to thaw. The wintering earth has finished feeding on the lives of yesteryear its very being rejoices as it cascades once more over smooth worn rock. The smallest of unseen things respond to the subtle shift of light. An invisible being observes the sun as it returns to cast its shadows on the tiniest of flowers.