Sorrow is neither to be avoided nor wallowed in. When unsought, its visitations wash away the rust and grime of our refusal, habitual and dulling, to say yes to this brief and miraculous event we call life. Today with Tebay … Read More »
Well my dalliance with Caitlin on the bright side didn’t last long. Likewise its accompanying promise to return today to an already written class analysis of post-Soviet Russia. Untied to any specific and fast evolving situation, and in any case … Read More »
Lebanon’s rivers are more than lifelines. They lie at the heart of a long-standing struggle shaped by external ambition. From the Litani to the Wazzani, Israeli efforts to dominate regional water show that control over Lebanon’s water has been pursued … Read More »
Three years ago, almost to the day, I first saw the bluebells at Strelley. Yesterday I revisited with my friend Heather, she who on that prior occasion introduced me to this woodland haven bounded west, north and south by farmland, … Read More »
Two nights at the in-laws’ beautiful house in Keswick saw me on Derwentwater’s shores on a wet Good Friday. Here’s me looking southward across the bay beyond Friar’s Crag … … southwest from the same spot, into a Borrowdale I … Read More »
Looking north to Higger Tor, and behind it Stanage Edge, but we turn left to drop down Padley Gorge I deal so much with the world’s ugliness that reconnection with life’s ineffable beauty is not an option. It’s an imperative. … Read More »
* Yesterday in Sheffield’s Endcliffe Park, a stone’s throw from Steel City House … * Here’s my favourite oak in the whole wide world, a tree for all seasons. I’ve photographed it in snow and shine, with friends in the … Read More »
Still kicking myself. Seconds before leaving the house this morning, for a stroll with Jackie and Tebay, I contemplated bringing my grown up camera. Problem being I was on the ground floor while said item sat two floors above. Nah, … Read More »
Levers Water is in the English Lake District, at the head of the Coppermines Valley above Coniston village. Originally a natural tarn, it was enlarged by a dam in 1717 to provide water and power to the nearby mines. Today, … Read More »
Looking due north from my canoe on Windermere Thursday: 23:04. I pull into the small triangular car park at Ambleside Pier, next to the Youth Hostel. It’s free but only at this hour can I be sure of a space. … Read More »