Saturday, 10 June 2017

Still painting bears


I haven't felt like blogging really.  A fair bit of twittering and FB with friends and family has been more than enough.  Still making still painting though.

Saturday, 17 September 2016

Saturday, 30 July 2016

The early morning garden

On holiday means:
Not knowing what day it is.
Drinking coffee in the early morning, listening to the dawn chorus.



Smelling honeysuckle and dew.
Walking with the garden inspector.

Wondering when I will learn how to garden properly.

Sunday, 13 March 2016

Crow stories

With a flick of a wing feather, the raven threw the daylight up. He threw the all of it; the tightknit, rolled up, scrunched ball that it was; threw the dayglow knot of it up and into the darkling sky.


Slowly, greasily, bit by bit, the darkness thinned out, split and spread away into nothingness - till only the white of the light and the blue of the sky remained.