Feeling torn in two? This mushroom is still thriving, held together by threads. Nature’s surprise after a summer’s rain. Still thriving, it greeted day-peep once more. Maybe I’ll strive to be like the mushroom someday, maybe I’ll also accept that I’m perfectly imperfect. For now, I know, I’m only human.
Adopting a deaf, un-socialised puppy a year ago in the middle of a covid-lockdown has proved a huge boost for my writing. The ideas for at least half the stories and poems I’ve written since then were conceived or developed on our long daily walks. And Lily is thriving!
Inspired by a clipping I’d cut from a newspaper years earlier, I started a monthly writing magazine in 2002. A labour-of-love and only just covering costs, it’s a lot of work but enormously satisfying. It’s wonderful to be able to help fellow writers achieve publication dreams.
My previous winter home, where the river meets the sea. This was the scene one past January, a glimpse of paradise, which has now become a fond memory of the Far East.
This picture shows a bike, or at least it was once upon a time. Some may think this is trash, many would garbage it.One man’s trash still locked up tight. Broken into pieces doesn’t necessarily mean without purpose, I suppose.
Almost four generations of family. I’m in my usual spot behind the camera, my Mum and Dad in the centre, my son, James and his girlfriend, Ellie, to the left of the picture and my daughter, Emily (still baking Jacob in the oven) and her boyfriend, Chris to the right.
Sadly, Mum is in nursing home care now due to Alzheimer’s Disease but a few years earlier she loved meeting Her Majesty in a small town near her home!
For my eighth birthday my Nan gave me this crochet hook and a ball of yarn. She taught me to crochet when I was just five, sitting together in her back room, and I’ve never stopped. I’m sure she’s still watching as I crochet for my granddaughter. Thank you, Nan!
I’ll never have grandchildren, but I’ll always have students! Nadia Boulanger, my role model, taught composition well into her 90’s. This was one of my most fun-loving, wildly creative, seriously talented groups of students to date. These guys are all award-winning composers and really cool people as well!
My son Elijah, almost 40, told me recently he’d like to update his car before it becomes too costly in repairs. Perhaps he should get another like his first car – very fuel efficient!
My wonderful Nan passed away 25 years ago and Mum is in care now. This photo takes me back and reminds me of all the wonderful times I shared with them. Shopping, going to the cinema to see ‘Oliver’… the list goes on, and on…
You no longer peep from the kennel, tails wagging, shining brown eyes in unwavering devotion but, Jasper and April, I know when I see the brightest stars come out at night… you are still watching over me.