Here is a picture of my dog stopping to smell the roses.

and there, beneath it all, are our lives left to live. with our hearts broken and our grief on our sleeves, our late nights and our music we make. we move, despite ourselves. we shift, inside ourselves. we love. we drift between clouds. we hold space for more of one another. we weep.

There are still simple things ~

‘Cat in a sunlit kitchen’
B&W photograph, 35 mm film

A selection of photographs from the wet specimen, spirit collection at the British Museum, 2011. This collection contains hundreds of specimens from the last two centuries, including the HMS Challenger expedition.

remembering how the sun feels, inhaling

Hello #booksky if you’re looking for a #readingchallenge title, may I offer for consideration my own recent book of poetry, A Road Map for Finding Wild Horses, from Turnstone Press? 📖 🖤

the trees sketch the sky

bones reaching sparsely towards that long night

their breath paused

#naturewriting #naturephotography

A portion of the wall in our living room; you also get my majestic dog in the photo 😉

snow bunny🐰

What a week this has been. I feel sorrow and pain, yet gratitude and joy that life continues. Parenting is the hardest thing I’ve done, and that will likely never change. Hold your loved ones close.

It was such a wonderful surprise to see A Road Map for Finding Wild Horses back on this list this week, so honoured!