Full time carer for someone with LongCovid. Mostly photographs and thoughts connected to my immediate landscape in the ever decreasing circles of my life.
The night falls.
And in between…
there is the blue hour.”
The night falls.
And in between…
there is the blue hour.”
Just discovered the lovely little pop-up works of Lucas Lopez.
Just discovered the lovely little pop-up works of Lucas Lopez.
www.theguardian.com/artanddesign...
www.theguardian.com/artanddesign...
(…if you like a deluge)
(…if you like a deluge)
(Seaton Carew, Hartlepool, UK earlier today)
(Seaton Carew, Hartlepool, UK earlier today)
I’ll never get there but…
I’ll never get there but…
Viewed with an eye on my own Winter years and sense of immortality fading.
His ‘Last Resort’ photos were unflattering but unflinching and there are echoes in today’s coastal views.
www.theguardian.com/artanddesign...
Viewed with an eye on my own Winter years and sense of immortality fading.
His ‘Last Resort’ photos were unflattering but unflinching and there are echoes in today’s coastal views.
www.theguardian.com/artanddesign...
“What lessons do stories of flooding from England’s east coast contain for these coastal communities today?”Using the power of the arts&humanities to engage coastal communities with rising risks of flooding.
youtu.be/ljvVhQQvrC0?...
“What lessons do stories of flooding from England’s east coast contain for these coastal communities today?”Using the power of the arts&humanities to engage coastal communities with rising risks of flooding.
youtu.be/ljvVhQQvrC0?...
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Here, time is weightless,
suspended in the dawn,
and the world feels both endless
and impossibly small.
The air tastes of absence,
of stories left untold,
of footsteps that never return.
Here, time is weightless,
suspended in the dawn,
and the world feels both endless
and impossibly small.
The air tastes of absence,
of stories left untold,
of footsteps that never return.
THINKING ABOUT A SHELTER UP AT THE STACK.
18 NOVEMBER 2025.
SEATON SANDS
HARTLEPOOL.
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#December7th #ArtAdvent 🎄
#December7th #ArtAdvent 🎄
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
– Gary Soto, “Oranges”
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
– Gary Soto, “Oranges”
The day builds with mythic light
And the whispered scent of rain.
Six swans leave their echo
Of wing-song on the air.
The bleat of a sheep
Caught tight among the briar.
The golden rain haze
In the west
Draws closer.
#DailyNature #naturewriting #naturepoetry
The day builds with mythic light
And the whispered scent of rain.
Six swans leave their echo
Of wing-song on the air.
The bleat of a sheep
Caught tight among the briar.
The golden rain haze
In the west
Draws closer.
#DailyNature #naturewriting #naturepoetry
I seem to recall a primary school reading book of that name. Silver books and Gold books. Part of Through the Rainbow reading series.
I seem to recall a primary school reading book of that name. Silver books and Gold books. Part of Through the Rainbow reading series.