Silvered Glass
A mirror, lockdown and me.
A mirror, lockdown and me.
I saw a bird alter its state today. Before it flew to the telephone line, it dropped into the tree and was a bird in all its making: pecking and preening. Then, for no reason, it flew to the wire. With wings pinned and legs outstretched - its body prostrate...
The Whitten Tree isn’t a tree - it’s a shrub. It sits at the top of a bluff above Cinder Hill near where I live. Some time ago, I started throwing wind-blown branches at the base of the tree to mark a run, and after a few years,...
Taking Mum on a virtual photo shoot
There is a tree that's about half an hour's walk from where I live. It's striking because it's isolated within the landscape. It lies off a track called Scotland Lane (where it is said that Bonnie Prince Charlie hid after retreating from...
Get creative with your smartphone - updated!
Out in Cheesden there is a track deep cut into the hillside which arches the distance between a brace of mouldering Regency mills sat within the valley basin. It’s a route that has drawn me in for over a year: a deep gouged passage, scuttled with flecks of patterned...
“That what each of us must do is cleave to what we find most beautiful in the human heritage - and pass it on ... And that to pass these precious fragments on is our mission...” Michael Ventura, 'The Age of Endarkenment' * It might have been a figment of...
Snowfall in the valley that time forgot