Last Days of Autumn

I had these done a while ago, but as ever life got in the way. It was the most beautiful autumnal morning and I just wanted to capture it, the moment, the presence. There were more but I struggled to get this as well as it is, still getting used to the new editor and...

Strange Days Have Found Us

I sit down to try and get back to my writing, so much waiting to be finished, waiting to be released and realized, but the workmen at the bottom of the street fill the air with their perpetual racket as they rape some other piece of wild land, pile-driving their way through the ground, disturbing...

After The Rain

After the rain, light; after the rain, peace, the land takes a breath, drinks, breathes. After the rain the blades of grass show off their jewels, rich green adorned by perfect drops, tiny pools of water shine, their Round sparkle globes glint a whole row down the stalk, precious gathered perfect circles of light energy...

Night Dreaming

Night is peace, freedom, it has a magic that opens up once the sun sets; the last ray of sun ignites imagination as the dark hours replace the light. Everything fires up as distractions cease to be a torment in the soft unfolding of night. It only increases as the darkness sinks deeper, bolder as...

The Birds

Always knew animals are wiser than a lot of humans.....Go birds!!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qXVkjZwcD8

A Powerful Film

This is a very intelligent, creative, beautiful animation. For anyone even half-awake it will resonate...... There's a very interesting interview  with the artist Lubomir Arsov, below the film. https://youtu.be/j800SVeiS5I   https://youtu.be/0WHPGHBBXMc

Hillside Animal Sanctuary

This is a great animal sanctuary in Norfolk, here in the UK. They care for thousands of animals, they are amazing, and in a recent newsletter there was this piece about two recently rescued horses and it was so moving and beautifully expressed, I wanted to share it. I wish so many more people could...

WASTELAND

A Lament for the Lost - A Memorial for the Obliterated. A gathering of grieving relatives led by one outcast, one animal to another. We gather here today to mourn the loss of this space and all its inhabitants, missed by all of us who loved it, who used it and needed it, to mourn...

Becoming Cat

‘I don’t belong here in a world full of strangers, it was all someone else’s idea.’  T. Waits. Becoming Cat. I watch Poe sleep. Draw him. Lose myself in him. Because I need to. I need to lose this ‘self’, this burdened, distracted, jibbering mind that cannot rest. So I slip into his black fur,...

In Memory Of A Lost Victim

One of so, so many.............This rescue touched me so deeply, even though I wasn't physically present, I watched and felt I was there, it haunts me.   You collapsed on the table, skin and bone, huge dark eyes watered with every moment of suffering you had endured. You were all eyes; face a sunken carved...