When I would curse or cry or shout, I take a walk to vent it out: To tread alone among the trees, Feel warmed by sunlight, cooled by breeze. Soothed by every fall of feet, A gentle metronomic beat. Thus as I pace the air smells clear, Whatever season of the year. Summer with … More Thanksgiving for a Path
No more than Ivy winding around branches, Deep down a Somerset lane. Yet the glimpse of it took me to Paris: to flowing Guimard Ironwork. Arching stonework on Barcelona streets. Exotic, urban landscapes. © Tom Tide 2016
Mother Nature makes seat, for the ones who search, Those who strive for green and air, and sometimes seek a perch. Somewhere to recline, breathing deep, to contemplate the day. Away from hubbub, strife and noise, away, so far away. Searching brings such wondrous yields, tis truly worth a look, For my perch yielded … More Mother Nature Makes a Seat
It is the strangest of sensations to be transported. Away from one’s feet. One’s rationality. To another place entirely. To see Inca ruins within rural England. Yes, odd. I know. Yet I felt it. It was the deep, pure green. The presence of past Industry and civilisation all reclaimed by nature. Wildness. I thank the … More Displacement-or finding oneself suddenly transported to another place.
Dave Fieldhouse is an alchemist. He takes separate elements and materials and transforms them in to something beautiful, complex and valuable. Priceless, in fact. He is a landscape photographer who creates strikingly beautiful images of land and sea, in all of its voluptuous and craggy forms. Every one of his images speaks to me in … More Alchemy
I will have a lifelong love affair with the writing of Laurie Lee. His descriptions are both poignant and seductive, and bound by a sensuality which is both beautiful and unsettling. Reading him is at once blissfully comforting and yet harrowing, as real life is. I am also deeply enamoured by a poem of Derek … More Magic Fuels
I looked at my dog-eared road atlas today. Battered. Only turned to in lost, driving desperation. I happened upon a page, with a red dotted line. Felt transported. My fingertips running over names long forgotten. Suddenly recalled in sharp focus. Every step measured out and walked with you. So long ago. You, a globe … More Pinpoint