Notes Made Whilst… sauntering: 1 July 2020
Notes made whilst sauntering: 1 July 2020. ~ a long familiar place, unvisited for decade or so ~ wind, carrying drizzle, in branches ~ grass snake swimming amidst horsetails ~ the great sickness, for a while, far away ~ half…
After the closure
A picture can paint a thousand words, or so the phrase says. Perhaps so. On a long office day, editing my back catalogue, a 5×4 slide starts talking about memories. In 2001 my world, like many other people’s, was…
As The Driven Snow… a winter run
“The wood, under a winter storm. A time when all creatures thought of good sense seek shelter of burrow or nest. There remains though, dancing through the tempest, a runner, chill of finger, wet of foot, wide of grin.” Desk…
The Alder Pool.
The voice of a cuckoo Dropped to the lake Where it lay floating …
Petrichor
Petrichor; derived from Greek petra, “stone” & īchōr, “divine fluid”: that uniquely fresh, rich aroma of rain falling upon parched earth after days then weeks of hot dry weather. Early summer, the driest on our modern record. The birchwood copse,…