Scots Pines.
Strawberry fields
The burn.
Reed buntings and a yellowhammer among the reedy grasses at the burn.
Belonging.
Along there, up there, across there, and up there and a pause. A lull in the sun. Chestnut leaves unfurl, tiny green fists grabbing handfuls of sky, drinking the blue down to their roots. Chaffinches, there are always chaffinches he says. A frenzy of feathers marks a death in the wood, a dark spot where the sun doesn’t reach. A pair of painted lady butterflies mingle – a story about my Great uncle Hugh who captained ships up the Amazon and collected butterflies the size of dinner plates to bring home to the family in Liverpool. I’m not from round here, but I’ll never go back he says. Its the quiet. Still water sits in hollows made by the tractor, a rusted machine, a twin tub perhaps, interred in the soil of the once garden of the cottage where now nettles and cleavers flourish choking all but the ground elder in this small jungle where a woodpecker comes every morning.
Tatha Gallery- ‘Into the Landscape’.
‘Into the Landscape’ – 10th April – 15th May.
Dominique Cameron, Anna King, Ian Kinnear.
On line Zoom preview on Friday 9th April 6.30pm.
Show will continue online and the gallery will re-open to visitors from the 28th April.
For any further information get in touch with the gallery – tathagallery.com
All works now available to view.
Thanks, Dominique
Stone clouds.
Great clouds fill and fold, flow and bubble, build to heights as high as they dare, so high they can no longer be the same stuff from top to bottom, their summits another world. Geologic colours of slate, quartz, gneiss, marble, molten in their outpouring, a pale schist mantling the coast to the north.
The first primrose in the woods.
A skylark’s song spills over and out across the fields where a kestrel tacks, alternately coasting and straining into the strong wind. Sunshine rays of celandine warm the understory of a large chestnut and I am reminded that we never get tired of seeing a new season emerge. It is always as if its new and the way we look deepens with age. It intensifies to a point where, at times it feels as if our heart might break when now looking at the first primrose in the wood. Walking along the track the wind pushes at my back, hurrying me home. Light and life are returning to our northern edge.
War Child donation.
This is just a huge thankyou to all the people who helped raise the final amount of £1110.45 for War Child UK. They let me know yesterday the money has been received and express their gratitude to everyone who contributed. Should any of you who helped wish to see their report and thank you letter I will forward it on to you.
Thank you
Dominique
Bass rock – March 18th, 16.01pm.
A hare in the field.
dominique cameron RSW 