Saturday 29 December 2012

Winter shrub

bundles of smoky topaz twigs and a few small leaves heavy with rain

Monday 1 October 2012

Post-vet-visit: I wash the cat-piss off my arms, and keep talking to him, as he slinks out the door.

Tuesday 11 September 2012

Chickweed grows through the discarded bricks: ochre, burnt umber, cracked and crumbling. They glow in the dusk.

Monday 9 July 2012

A magpie drags a crushed up, squashed up, squirrel carcass across the tarmac, leaving a fresh-blood red smear. A green woodpecker flies up from the side of the road.

Sunday 8 July 2012

I comb the grass looking for the missing bolt from the lawn-mower. Each wet blade catches the light, and the rake chinks against mud-clothed stones. 

Wednesday 4 July 2012

Friday 25 May 2012

Tuesday 22 May 2012

A clutch of daisies in the woods. The bluebells are already wilting.

Monday 21 May 2012

Woodpecker: a smudge of green against a darker-green hedge

Tuesday 20 March 2012

A thin band of light between the sea and the grey sky. The dawn is softly golden.

Monday 19 March 2012

The bands of colour on the cliff fade from ochre to white, sandstone to chalk. I think of Rothko, sideways.

Sunday 11 March 2012

All lit up like summer. A  few Leicester Longwool. Ivory dreadlocks in a fern-green field. 

Tuesday 6 March 2012

Roshi (we still call him a kitten, even though he is pretty much fully grown) burrows into the ripped, silver, wrapping paper on the bed.

Monday 5 March 2012

Wednesday 8 February 2012

the frost like mottled mould - white on the dark winter green lawns

Wednesday 25 January 2012

The golden Buddha glows. Outside the occasional car rushes past.

Tuesday 24 January 2012

The grid like lights of the petrol-station forecourt. Strips of neon and fluorescence. The scent of chemicals. 

Monday 23 January 2012

In Argos, I apologise for not knowing where to go. The sales assistant runs through her spiel, they can protect my new toaster for three years...

Sunday 22 January 2012

We are assaulted by bright plastic curves and waves of sound from the afternoon shoppers.

Saturday 21 January 2012

In the pool of light from the door of the bar, they cup their hands around cigarettes, trying to light them in the wind.

Thursday 19 January 2012

A crescent of spilt dark coffee on a white saucer, the crumbled edge of a digestive biscuit, and the clink of a tea-spoon meeting the edge of the cup.

Wednesday 18 January 2012

On wind stripped branches, a single red-brown oak leaf, curled up like a robin's breast. 

Tuesday 17 January 2012

Sunday 15 January 2012

6:30 am. The double frost slashes and cracks over the windscreen.

Saturday 14 January 2012

Friday 13 January 2012

Friday 13th

Mathias Svensson smiles over his chinrest, then grins, breaking out into a hot jazz solo in the midst of "Swing 42"

Thursday 12 January 2012

Dusk. A plane scores a salmon pink line across a puce and lavender sky.
Three clouds stacked up on top of each other. Hints of grey in their bodies. Glowing white edges and broken wisps of light. They drift across the sky, crossing puffed up contrails. The sky is the palest of blues.

Wednesday 11 January 2012

Dawn comes as a few strokes of paint - shade of grey, an edge of pink, orange. 

Tuesday 10 January 2012

Monday 9 January 2012

Ways of seeing trees 3


Is a laurel a tree? This one has been cut into a square. Its round fat leaves spill out of the box’s straight edges.

Sunday 8 January 2012

At night, clusters of torch red berries on the rowan tree shine like glass baubles in the light from the window. 

Saturday 7 January 2012


In the grey winter light
everything loses its depth
only the wet things are interesting
drops of water on rosebay willow herb
pools of silver rain in the potholed road
the damp earth we tear up with the wheelchair’s tires

Thursday 5 January 2012

Winter sun. The shadows of naked hawthorn trees stretch across a freshly ploughed field. A single crow hunts for worms.

Wednesday 4 January 2012

Ways of seeing trees 2


Middle distance. A sea-grey conifer. A globe of upward reaching branches. The wind disturbs them.

Tuesday 3 January 2012

A flash of white fur just beyond the fence. And again. And again.

Ways of seeing trees

The trees on the ridge are barely moving. Ink black and bare - I could believe they were drawn there.

Monday 2 January 2012

Late afternoon

Late afternoon. 15 miles away rain curls down from timberwolf grey clouds. Underneath the sky is golden.

Sunday 1 January 2012

Driving home, I saw a pheasant coloured horse's mane, behind a dark green hedge.