It's strange how books always seems to offer more than one expects... apart from posthumanism texts which I seldom actually understand...

A pair of red kites.

This is really all from mid-March. Scheduling issues.

No delusions. Just the alliteration.

Remember Goethe? Spring is the time when you notice that all really is leaf. My un-repotted poplars are leafing out nicely; the rowan is...

Berkeley Square.

I managed to get a little closer to the crows this time. The first two pictures feature one of the Driveway Pair. They often see me as...

This is the 1500th post!

Who'd have thought that as a result of that Midsummer Poetry thing I did in... when was it... 2022? And the Alchemy one I did... last...

What is my soul's purpose? I still don't know. But I aspire to share a sense of the thrill and companionship of being in conversation...

Ethereal dunnock!

My latest reading is Kin: Thinking with Deborah Bird Rose. This is a collection of essays edited by Thom Van Dooren. It has essays on...

The two male blackbirds have been on a chase for weeks. One will arrive. Followed by the second. The second will be between 18 inches and...

I'm not going to apologise any more.

The tree at the ruined church.

The cherry has started... spring?

For some reason, I love these images. I guess I like them for the same reason I like "happy accidents" in watercolour painting, when the...

The lovely roots of a mature beech at Abingdon Park.

Look. It's not like I'm really being lazy: I did have to film and edit these videos after all.

The highlight for me is a moment of shared and felt intimacy. Like this. I often hear the dunnocks whisper singing in the hedge and...