Sometimes

  Sometimes the dog will stop me at a place in the woods where the play of sunlight through the lattice of branches married with the lick of the wind, the particular green of the moss on the bough, its angle against the blue of the sky, the high trill and low woof of hidden …

Fire#1

It is summer. Finally. The days are long. There is heat in the sun. There are times in the day when we seek shade. That cold wind has disappeared and we can sit outside long into the evening. Darkness takes its time in coming. It is a time of fire. Of energy. The sun pumps …

on walking #2

Earlier this month I went for a walk with my wife and our dog. We walked in Benthall Woods - a small woodland area on the edge of the Severn Gorge. The woods are peppered with the remains of limestone quarries worked in the 18th & 19th centuries. Paths snake through the trees, dropping sharply, rising …