01 | Before it had a name

Sometimes, something quiet appears along the way — a moment, a flicker. Perhaps a memory,or a longing that never had a name.

One early morning, somewhere between London and the Irish Sea,I saw two trees standing quietly together.They seemed to be speaking without words.The image stayed with me.

And so, out of stillness, the first of these reflections found its way. Reflections — soft notes in image and text.

The first is titled: Before it had a name

Before it had a name

They stood there.

Rooted in the same field.

Still waiting to be touched.

There was a tenderness between them

and I felt it like a place I had been before

— and never truly left.

Like silence that listens.