The feeling of being present with new life fills the senses. Blue sky greets the call of the returning chiffchaff as the daffodils rival the trumpets of Jericho in their unashamed glory. Time to dig out the shorts, the barbecue and the tent as the call of the wild bubbles in accord with the heartbeat of a changing season.
This bookmark was produced by Jocelyn Geraghty of the University of Queensland for a reading group that’s settling down to a year long study of the Tolstoy classic “Anna Karenina”. Jocelyn asked me if she could use my charcoal sketch of Tolstoy to illustrate it, and a great job she’s made of it too!
I’m currently working on an exhibition together with other members of the Independent Cockermouth Artists group on a “Celebrating Ospreys” show at Whinlatter Visitor Centre in Cumbria. The show will run from 31st March until 30th April to coincide with the hoped for return of the birds to the neighbouring Bassenthwaite valley, a successful breeding ground for the birds since 2001. The valley is of historic ecological importance for breeding English ospreys as there weren’t any birds in the country for the 150 years prior to 2001. To celebrate that and the wonderful work of the Lake District Osprey Project in supporting the re-establishment of ospreys in Cumbria we are holding this show. Brilliant birds and a great inspiration to us all.
January is traditionally the month when we forsake the excesses of the Yuletide period and embarks on a period of restraint. New Year resolutions are awash with commitments to dieting, exercise, and drinking in moderation. Like many others I have taken the pledge to abstain from alcohol totally during January as part of the Dryathalon campaign to raise money for Cancer Research UK. Anyone wishing to sponsor me can do so by visiting my Just Giving site here:- or text by using my code KFDA50 to 70070. Its a great cause – thanks for your support!
seeing the changing world in shades
of black and white. A turning senses.
feeling the interruptions of the day
in a quivering vibration of tender wood
scratching the surface of our deliberation.
Its forty years since your passing but the loss never diminishes, just as the love you gave me never withers. Happy birthday for yesterday my dear mum.
looming in the far distance
the machine knits a
commentary on our time