Kairos, the Mystical Oak

The pose of Rodin's The Thinker performed by a crow.

The jays are averse to photography.

Of course, the bees love the honey suckle.

The site of the impact.

The first thing I saw when I went to feed the birds was a huge yellow fungus on the Wayfarer Oak. Which led me to examine the tree with...

It is a blessing to still have the baby.

A few times in journeys, of the shamanic kind, "rose" has come up. I actually ordered a rose perfume which didn't arrive and I happily...

These days, I see the crows watching me when I am driving home, whether from the north or the south. They recognise Mimir the Audi. The...

OK... so this was filmed BEFORE I stopped... or slowed... the filming and photographing. The starlings are charismatic and very loud. I...

Well, maybe the inverts and flowers wouldn't object to being objectified. This bee, a very large bee, seemed, I thought at first, dead...

Home. It's a strange concept. The place where one feels one belongs? Or simply the place where one lives? I've felt that Devon is my real...

I am writing on 18th May and actually haven't seen the young blackbird for a few days. I hope it's OK. I hear Mrs B making the contact...

Muntjac on the track.

I've gathered the robin tidings into one big post.

Two mornings running this little chap put up with my presence.

How cool are dandelions?

Briefly, I felt a bit better.

Look, I'm not exactly depressed. It's more that I feel even more purposeless than usual. Filming the robin and doing my videos had become...

St James' Park