How a photograph of a bird can teach you about wonder.
Everything is wind at the Solway coast, everything is. The wind is biting, bitter from the north and everything is bleached, everything is. Everything is salted with the winter not yet going and the spring not being here. Not yet. Everything is not yet. Everything is cold, everything is biting, everything is bitter. Everything is […]
the mist sing
looking up at the sky
Washing dishes, watching birdsong, red-headed goldfinch swings
A psalm to the song of the hedgerows of the morning.
In praise of the ritual of feeding the birds.
early frost sky streaked with pastels, pink and blue.
watching the valley for fog, rising,
a silhouetted blackbird hops