What the Owls Say
by Helen Moore On ‘The Colours of Cluny, A Northern Light Extravaganza’ Hill-top woods in Autumn, when welcome darkness comes long & early – owl-light draw...
by Helen Moore On ‘The Colours of Cluny, A Northern Light Extravaganza’ Hill-top woods in Autumn, when welcome darkness comes long & early – owl-light draw...
by Ginny Battson. Spring 2005, and I peer through my living room window to check the weather. It’s looking good, the sun is out. My husband has left for a...
by Andrea Lani One morning I held a snapping turtle in my hands. Her shell was the size of a dinner plate, oblong and slick with a coating of greenish-black alg...
Brock says delve deep _______under stone claw sharpstrike into roots ___________________and earth find allworld below ________for shelterness my jaws make a hal...
by Danny Adcock Grey skies scurry South as if they have somewhere to be, and are in a hurry to get there. The sea is still some way off even though I am several...
“My current artistic practice engages with a series of questions about our culture’s multifaceted relationship to nature and the geography of human/animal...
by Pippa Little Baltard, County Clare, 2014 Finisterre by cliff. Nothing to see but wheeled gouges, hooves’ half moons in a mud nowhere the northerly never lets...
“I make drawings of the natural world, transient moments of grace and beauty in an age of disappearance. Inspired by plant and animal studies of the North...