Hunkered Down

In Taynish Woods of Argyll - the winter seems to batter relentlessly in endless waves of wind and rain. Despite this there is incredible beauty in the colours of this season with the rust of bracken, emerald of moss, sage green of lichen carpeting the trees with an alternative foliage and the deep plum of old leaf litter. Even the wind is a source of enjoyment watching and listening to Ravens do their amazing tricks surfing the breeze and flying flipside over.

I am Humpback

Inspired by Simon Armitage's 'The Christening' about a Sperm Whale. The glacial striated rocks leading into Linne Mhuirich at the tip of Taynish National Nature Reserve have always reminded me of a knobbly Humpback. I chose to throw in a few Scots and Glaswegianisms as I think this Humpback would talk that way.

Just a bit of fun

Storm Barra

Storm Barra picking up its wrath at Kirkinner, Dumfriesshire in the Forest. The trees are about 70 years old and whippy enough to be able to dance to the tune of the wind. It’s a beautiful spectacle looking at this avenue, with a spilt gold path of beech leaves below. Its howling with alarming sounds of tree knuckles crashing and splintering all around. Nearby crazy nodding synchronised reeds as the storm water slaps the shore angrily.

Big Skies Islay

Recently returned from a winter trip to Islay. Saligo Bay –horses on the dunes, sheep in the turnips, beautiful waves lined up regimentally and driving onto the shore over rocky finger fragments pointing to sea. Machir Bay – light shafts from dark boiling clouds signalling a change in the weather. The slack water creating dazzling reflections of bubbling clouds and remnant blue skies , wide beach with delicate sinuous patterns from the wave reach.

The late afternoon sun is revealed through purple clouds in great shafts of light across the estuary. On the way back the big skies of Islay are opened to us across the low lands around Loch Gorm.

The measure of it

The autumn version of 'Awakening' my Beech woodland spring video. This is a homage to the other season of transition which is equally spectacular in its colour and impact on our own psyche - a preparation for winter and hunkering down until light returns next spring.

Hebridean

A recent visit to Harris in the Outer Hebrides had me considering the age of the Lewisian Gneiss rocks that dominate this landscape. There is a palpable sense of time and a real feeling that sounds from past lives are trapped within the rock that slowly releases as it erodes back to its constituent components only to be released into the ocean and return again in an unrelenting cycling of change. There is a deep musicality to this cycle of time.

Another Life

Inspired by open water swimmers who seem to be able to plunge themselves into below body temperatures. I have tried twice to swim at the height of summer in Scotnish, Argyll encased in protective wetsuit with snorkel and goggles and lasted about 1 minute both times.

An Sgùrr, Eigg

Inspired by the geology of the Small Isles of Scotland and the rocky volcanic glass fin on the Isle of Eigg. Here the geologist Hugh Miller discovered ancient fossils of Plesiosaur also known as sea dragons. The North of the island is famous for its singing sands of round eroded quartz grains.

Old Man of Hoy

Finally finished a rather challenging seascape of a distant view of the Old Man of Hoy from Mainland Orkney. It was a tangerine sky under deeply bruised skies and the Old Man was perfectly silhouetted, set apart from the cliffs of Hoy. My vantage point was from the aptly named Cauldrus across agitated seas. This was view that inspired my Orkney Stories 5 video poem.

Good news also is my poem form the same Orkney series - Stenness Stones - was awarded commended in the Scottish Federation of Writers Vernal Equinox Competition

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Safe Haven

Trying to capture the anxiety that sailors must feel when needing to find safety when weather conditions turn - especially when the closest is already a crowded space jostling with other boats. Anxiety can continue if its only an anchor hold and through the night they are the mercy of that slim thread.

Postcard Conversations

Inspired by the a work in the private collection of artist Beverley Ann Hicks. It charts the conversations between two old friends by postcards, poems and artworks. As time goes on they drift apart but one chooses to frame her memories and their history as part of her own gallery so that connection is not lost.