Tag: birds


“A hill, the symbols of time, the mirror of mind continuous, motionless, listening to themselves…”  free ranging and for the most part motionless mounds arise in a variety of vertical vestments we are drawn like magnets to magnificence worship the hush between rock and… Continue Reading “Zenith”

The spot

That summer we became caretakers – just ten days of house sitting whilst friends went in search of some long held hopes and expectations. As for me I did not expect anything other than a break from the city. But sitting there that first… Continue Reading “The spot”

Listening to them

“The birds sang in the wet trees And I listened to them it was a hundred years from now And I was dead and someone else was listening to them. But I was glad I had recorded for him The melancholy.” Patrick Kavanagh Thank… Continue Reading “Listening to them”