‘A lover of the wayside flower’

A few weeks before the ‘lockdown’ I visited the cemetery in Tillicoultry.  At this date none of us were sure that a pandemic was unfolding: unknowing of our immediate future … Continue reading ‘A lover of the wayside flower’

Beside the castle

Last night, as the sun was setting, I wandered through the Valley cemetery that tucks in close beside Stirling castle. The Valley was full of Angels, Spring blossom and bird … Continue reading Beside the castle

Touch Hills

I have wandered through the Touch Hills with my friend Ian. From these hills you get a wonderful view of the Forth Valley. In the old churchyard of St Ninian’s, … Continue reading Touch Hills

grave full of years

Here in Radical Park where the unemployed were once employed: semi-circular panels in spandrels still rise up into an arch. Father-to-son, until 1902 ballads foretold that the Celtic Graemes would ‘never … Continue reading grave full of years

Hundy Mundy

call it folly, call it my pursuit a sense of loss, the secret of art. [the body of work reflects the disappearance of the artist himself] Music credits: (1) Bluebell, … Continue reading Hundy Mundy