Goya’s bleak midwinter
How the painter dropped a sliver of ice into his light-hearted tapestry designs for the Spanish royal family
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How the painter dropped a sliver of ice into his light-hearted tapestry designs for the Spanish royal family
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Let’s keep the festivities going. The Christmas season doesn’t conclude until February, anyway.
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As the seasons have been disrupted by climate change, many species have been left mercilessly exposed.
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The marvellous front gardens near Kew leave me in awe of those who managed to grow tulips this spring.
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The feeling that it is the longest month, on the surface at least, makes no sense.
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Summer is an endurance test; Christmas is claustrophobia – but the start of the calendar is a wide open space.
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The pied wagtails delight in urban environments, and display a communality during the darkest, hardest months of the year.
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Frost doesn’t merely transform our surroundings – it alters the kind of attention we pay to the world.
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Forcing myself outside, and into a new mindset, has altered my way of encountering the world.
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