the grey has come in, this past week. a low mist and a never quite reaching sun.
but also a sensible middle ground, knowing sense of change. here it all comes, the winter.
i spent the summer in a flurry, but a single trip in cornwall keeps coming back to me. a weekend right at the bottom, st ives and gwithian. and so these photos give me something to hold onto as the sky keeps getting darker. the white studio of barbara hepworth meets the green shores of the sea, my little haven.