some sweet uses of adversity

The other weekend I went back to school; at least, I became a student again, trying to understand and get to grips with some of the techniques of mono-printing. I loved it.

not for the birds

A heron sat unmoved on his post. He remained stock still as, walking along the canal path in wintery wet Berlin, we chattered right by him – not even turning a beady eye on us.

lifetimes

The allotment is at its midsummer best, prolifically producing berries, leaves and fat pods. The sweet peas fill the air with scent and colour, nonpareil.

the eyes have it

I came down to earth with a bump: one minute looking up at the stars, the next tripping on something uneven, I was sprawled on the ground, knocked senseless.

flights of fancy

I’ve been considering my creative life and thinking that my own particular mix is a daily swoop