Sunday, 17 May 2015

Finding wild places

Even in the city there are wild places.  Seeking out hollows and hidden holes can lead to the discovery of treasures.
Behind the brick there are hives of bees, slowly waking up to spring. 

To the side is a sea of garlic and lace.

Already the nettles are being used as cocoons, wrappings of silk hiding the transformations going on inside.

There are secret doorways.

Sleeping clocks

Frames of iron keeping the wild at bay.

From the acorn, the oak starts small.

Some times there are escapees from the tamed gardens, finding a new home in the midst of brambles.

Golden heads, shaking out the manes.

Paths through the trees.

Waves of sound come from holes in the bark.  Hiding the fledglings from prying eyes.

Wearing crowns...

and lacy hats.

Saturday, 9 May 2015

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Over at the other place

I set up the Wordpress site so that Tim and I could show work but he is not such a show off as I am.
Any how I keep it going with various bits and pieces, mainly the methods.

The latest posting is this one.  One day I will get my act into gear and create a proper website, ah well a girl can dream.

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Sunday, 22 March 2015

The touch of living history

I grew up with Abbey Park, King Richard's Road and the strong sense of history that Richard brought to the city and county.  Leicester has always felt the connection to the King in one way or another.

What ever your political leanings, the fact is this country's history is deeply enmeshed in the struggles of monarchy and the machinations of kings.  So whether you feel that Richard should be interred in Yorkshire, London or Leicester -  or not at all- the discovery of this body has brought the touch of ghosts to us all.

His story is rich, mysterious and bloody.  The kind of story that brings the past to life.