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Still Celebrating William Blake with this wonderful quote
"No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings"
from the Marriage of Heaven & Hell
Painting of a Juvenile Herring Gull called Bell released after rehab with me in 2020 still returns occasionally
#william…
You may have noticed I have been celebrating a few poets birthdays lately, I have always enjoyed poetry I think because it is usually short and I have a very limited attention span :D Even more so as a child when I started to choose poems over longer text.
I get a bit too e…
This is Portreath again moving slightly further around the coast... these ancient tall granite cliffs seem so permanent, but is in fact fragile and very precious. As humans we seem to have a way of commodifying and consuming the landscape, seeing it as a picturesque playgro…
I have a bit of an obsession with this rock at the moment the gulls that sit on it are like jewels today... we have interesting light at the moment quite brooding with that sharp contrast... in places, iron grey sky and bright white diamong like herring gulls.
#workinprogre…
This month marks the 2nd anniversary of my monthly zines/ebooks (never quite sure what to call them, what do you think they are if you read them?) They now go out to over 450 readers each month 😊 they are a gathering of public domain poems, stories, folk tales and informatio…
A gaggle of geese made after a trip to the wonderful @WWTSlimbridge
Now a card with free p & p in uk Offer at the moment too .. I love to receive cards in the post, makes ordinary days seem special we all need that at the moment! 😊
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#goosecard #SendLove
Four garden birds who I am happy to say visit my garden fairly regularly 😍
It's been a bit rainy today for the #biggardenbirdwatch with the @rspb_love_nature I hope to take part tomorrow...
This one is on my studio wall today for @openstudioscornwall but I thought I would tell its story.
I was lighting a fire in a metal incinerator and suddenly became aware of a presence through the smoke, just sat on the wall looking through the smoke... I quote this poem a…