* There are approximately one hundred billion stars in our galaxy. There are approximately one hundred billion galaxies in our universe. How many stars? Too many to count… Yet every
Category: nature
A Walk in the Woods…A Walk in the Woods…
From the Derwent Dam we walked a little further down the long, narrow valley to the lower reservoir. The river still flows, mingling with the waters that flooded the valley
A Simple Soul?…A Simple Soul?…
* Bright. Free. Easy… * Or superficial? Blissful in ignorance rather than poised, tight-rope like, upon the very lip of uncertainty… * We have no words for it, this ‘traffic
Wings of a Prayer…Wings of a Prayer…
* Insects swarm… Birds flock… Animals herd… * May governments pursue Peace… Not war. *
emergenceemergence
Heavy metal, thinly sailed, is cast Like toy, and dropped onto the stone. Hedges bend, bow and form New writhing shapes – grotesques – Their twisted tongues malforming names Of
Babel-fish wantedBabel-fish wanted
I had to post the picture of the dragon… you’d all run away if you thought I was going to write about fish again… and I’m not. Not exactly. Well,
Taking the slow road northTaking the slow road north
On Thursday I drove north in sunshine. The hedgerows are fuzzed with the first tender, tentative leaves. Catkins sway in the breeze and even the untended verges beside the road
An open mindAn open mind
* “You’ve got problems, you know that?” I just looked at him… the usual answer was superfluous; he knows it well enough by now. “I was just thinking those exact
A misbehaving mindA misbehaving mind
“Susan…” I was never called Susan. Except when I was in trouble. I looked up; Miss Bedford, blue eyes wide under raised brows, looked down with a severity belied by
found objectsfound objects
‘Found art’ is a style in which objects are discovered in the environment or workplace that have artistic value or gain artistic value through being arranged in new ways. That
The road home…The road home…
* Wen and I are back on the road which leads past Bryn Celli Ddu… We had to double-back to the hotel because someone called down ‘Cloud City’ before we
Autumn and Arnside pastelsAutumn and Arnside pastels
At first glance, it has something of the ziggurat about it. In reality it’s the final bit of Arnside’s Victorian pier, taken from a short distance back in order to
Nice weather for ducksNice weather for ducks
It has been raining yet again. So much for getting anything done outside today. Walking the dog will be enough. The camera is getting used to it by now. Though
blood, gold and silverblood, gold and silver
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The Great Mystery: Dreaming…The Great Mystery: Dreaming…
* The mystery conspires with the animal world whose souls so resemble the purity and innocence of a human child. * It recognises the miracle of life in both seed
The Great Mystery: CrowdsThe Great Mystery: Crowds
* The mystery needs no shrines or temples save those that nature provides. * It may be met in the shadowy heights and aisles of a primeval forest, on the
Into the autumnInto the autumn
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On ducks and weather…On ducks and weather…
There is a saying here in England, ‘nice weather for ducks’. It is generally used only when it rains, of course. We have it wrong. Summer is nice weather for
Sun TrainSun Train
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King’s GobletKing’s Goblet
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Books of Green and GoldBooks of Green and Gold
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The watchersThe watchers
We were being watched. It was palpable. In fact, as I raised the camera to watch the watchers, others could see it too… we weren’t imagining it. They had been
Caress of GreenCaress of Green
The heat, it must have been the heatThat teased and turned my stepsThat stepped a different thrust and beatA moan of limbs on fire where once were feet. The green,
Until TomorrowUntil Tomorrow
Within a world where atoms part This golden glory, rich like silks Is accidental art Whose numbers are not seen Made beauty only by our minds With insubstantial form and
Birds of a FeatherBirds of a Feather
That the birds were there first means little to Ani. It is, as far as she is concerned, her garden and she decides who gets to play in it. Apart