• all things pass in beauty

    Another shot from the recent misty morning. At this time of the year the woods undergo a slow deflation until we are left with stripped perennial trees, shrunken shrubs and the hardy evergreens. It can be sad to watch this transition, but there is consolation. There is always beauty if you look for it, even in death. I often take photographs of dead leaves and withered flowers because I think they possess a different kind of allure. The above photograph is of a dead perennial sowthistle, caught with cold drops glistening on its white hair. In every moment, even towards the end, joy is possible. I didn’t walk the woods…

  • animal companion

    That’s a picture of me and my dog Minnie on our daily morning walk – well, our shadows anyway. I’ve often pondered the strangeness of sharing your home with a creature from another species, with whom you have limited communication and a vastly different set of behaviours. Yet, the bond that develops is deep and steadfast – at least for me. I’m never under any illusions that Minnie is anything but a dog. She doesn’t think the way I do and has a simple system of priorities: Food Walks Play Sleep These are all perfectly reasonable demands in the Minnie universe, and she gets quite perplexed if they don’t occur…

  • zen and the art of querying

    This morning’s post saw the arrival of a rejection. Ha! I shrug and file it. It’s easier to handle rejection after you’ve just received an acceptance. Little injections of hope keep you buoyant for weeks and months before the sticky fingers of rejection pull you out of the air and down into the mire. It’s hard to plod along while those hands and sucking mud pull at your feet. Yet, you persevere and build strong thigh muscles. One thing I hate writing is query emails. There is a point when you realise that a story has been out to a market far too long. You miss it. More importantly you…