A flock of canada geese are camping out on the grassy patch near Hope Mill. They've been there a couple of days now, and I love it. I don't see them from my studio or anything like that - just the wall of the next building along, though it's across a yard and there's plenty of light - but as I go past them the world seems less gritty, somehow brighter and more hopeful. I'm sure they won't stay long but meanwhile I'm enjoying them being there.
I make prints and book arts, though nowhere near as often as I'd like - no good reason, just an inability to get on with things. I occasionally go on about landscape (with which I am mildly obsessed) and various of its elements, and I like to pass comment on exhibitions I visit.