fly agaric

...the archetypal toadstool, at least in my mind, mind you it could be something else entirely. In canine lore there is usually a small homunculus sitting on the cap smoking a hookah 

Stoke Climsland

another year goes by. Very little has changed in the view of the village from Kit Hill, caught in the lovely soft low light of evening in late autumn, although for us many things have changed. I sometimes wonder where these changes reside because often they lack any materiality. When you look at these images, imagine the millions upon millions of invisible connections and relations of all the people before you, their memories, thoughts and emotions; in what space do they lie?

win something

.... yes a prize for the 2000th visitor to this blog, this photograph, pawgraphed by me and with a CD of this year's photos to the lucky winner if they leave an address. I was the 1000th visitor myself so I reckon I might win again.

lots of love Spot

the last view

... It seems very sad that it is almost a year ago that I first showed you these fields in late November covered in snow. A lot has happened to us all in a year, moving and growing and having babies, but in every other respect the natural world goes on, silent and uncomplaining and quite oblivious to our travails.

daguerrotypes

rather pleasing effect from PaintShop pro, making this fearsome pony look much more benign. He chased us out of his patch!

sauron looks on

perched on the top of this ruined mine stack is a very large vulture, watching the little furry hobbits (that's Frodo Lilly and Harriet) and thinking about having a late lunch