This is the bark of a giant sequoia. I think it looks like mesas in the desert. But this is rural England.

The best of the pottery.

It's a see through slug.

Life support?

...my dearest Leanne can do better!

Inside the canopy of the oak that made me.

Gary's friend, Phez - looking for the customary block of cheese.

This is Black-a-tor Copse.

Meldon Reservoir and Okement River

So, to Scorhill. I first came here during a weekend away from University. It was November, perhaps. Very cold, but bright. Then, again, a...

Blackaton Copse

This is the worst of my recent hare paintings.

More plants (weeds? invasives?) have decided to live in the garden. Shepherd's purse, for example, has just appeared. How I love those...

A visit to Oak King and Ash Queen.

That's an appalling reference to daisy chains. But it's my blog, so I can.

A visit with the Divines.

...and other beings.

Welcome to the premiere!

I thought old trees might ease my mind.

As black and white as day and night, sleek forms slicing through the surging sea. Movement smooth; gleaming, shining; synchronicity and...