Setting free things with feathers.
Extract from The Lapwing Stars: By Tom Hirons; from his chapbook: The Falconers Joy.
The lapwings have it, no doubt;
Seen across the field, their green-black
Backs are the measure of mystery
For every colour as yet unseen by the boy.
Somewhere, rising from a flat field; somewhere landing on a wet sandbank; somewhere there are plovers that are not just in my head.
This blog is very neglected and long overdue for a spring clean.
It doesn’t really have much of a purpose and I think it is time to mix it up a bit. (more…)
Dreaming of the flowers that will come each spring.Mum died.
She has left a bloody great hole and it has raw edges.
Welcome to Isla’s wonderful gallery. We have been lucky enough to have two walls at Isla’s lovely gallery in the Cavendish Arcade, Buxton. This is the first time Tim and I have had a solo space of our own to fill. The first pictures you … Continue reading Bears, Black and Whites and Buxton