What’s happening in our neck of the woods and in other necks not so woody
I stand over the trickle of water and my imagination fails to see how such liquid material gouged out this epic gorge.
This weekend BirdLife Northern NSW are having a campout at Urunga . . .
A writer has to use the imagination and can invent realities. Coleridge had never been to sea, had only ever once crossed the Bristol Channel on the ferry to Chepstow.
When a sky sinks to float in the shallows
earth forgets the vibration of colour
and returns to some original state,
some kind of damp cloudy subtraction . . .
Garden bird feeders are contributing to the spread of serious diseases among wild birds, scientists have warned, causing previously rare illnesses to become epidemics in some populations.
Back home viewing my handiwork with a casual flourish of the mouse, nine Black Swans appear flying south.
The eastern horizon is still dark; the city to the north is alight in a complex transfer of power.
200 million years ago our star powered swamps whose plants and trees bequeathed their
remains, accumulating layers as peat.
Robert Pogue Harrison wrote in Gardens: An Essay on the Human Condition: ‘For millennia and throughout world cultures, our predecessors conceived of human happiness in its perfected state as a garden existence.’ Now with biodiversity declining at an alarming rate, we need gardens for wildlife, not for our enjoyment, though the two go together.
World Wildlife Day, Saturday 3rd of March ‘This is a global celebration of all the wonderful wild animals and plants found on Earth. The purpose of the day is to raise awareness of the dangers that threaten the survival of many animals around the world.’ Source I know – there are too many national or […]
Golden light catches Deep Creek chiselling into the sediments, I pay my respects to Eos and then return . . .