What’s happening in our neck of the woods and in other necks not so woody


John’s Walk

A Song Thrush introduces the entrance . . .

Photographs inside a quarter of a million saccades a day

Finding an elephant in Hungry Head

We can’t see the damage being done to the environment

An engineered containment cell  . . .

Amazing public art, Guy Crosley and mosaics

I recall going to the information desk at the Louvre and asking where their mosaics were and the attendant said no one had ever asked her that before.

RIP Fr Charles Owen

You are being moved to a hospice, yet two weeks ago
walked ‘John’s walk’ as you call it, past the Domesday forest . . .

Tom Raworth RIP

‘I hear my poetry as a sort of music, though I don’t think of it as music. I think of it as language.’ Raworth

Easter Sunday, Resurrections Pt 2

The juvenile Sea Eagle, Black Cockies, Logrunners, Noisy Pittas, Scarlet Honeyeaters, Black-fronted Dotterela, Brolgas etc. etc. were too fast or too distant for my camera . . .

Easter Sunday, Resurrections Pt 1

‘Light is a powerful substance. We have a primal connection to it.’ James Turrell

Yevgeny Yevtushenko has died

I read his poetry and that of Andrei Voznesensky . . .

March 27, our birthday – 7 years in Blue Poles

Eos and a ‘wet moon’ . . .