Category Archives: Blondin

MID-SEPTEMBER SUN

Dry and ripening: sea flat and shining like burning glass. Gulls floating like ducks on a giant’s pond. Small Coppers, Blues and Hairstreaks playing like blown leaves in parched grass. Victoria plums, blackberries. This is the turning of the year … Continue reading

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TRENINOW LANE

Treninnow Lane is tangled dark and overgrown with angled beech and arching sycamore. No cars drive down and fern and nettle, dandelion and dock slumber in this extraordinary summer’s heat. Spiders’ webs are spun tight and Speckled Woods and Tortoiseshells … Continue reading

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TRAVEL LIGHT

The Mouse that scuttles down the bank across the bricks and back again, carries no wallet and all its baggage is in the simplicity of its brain. The Bird that slides across the wind has left its briefcase in a … Continue reading

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THE FOUNTAIN

The fountain reaches upwards into space and, finding nothing to sustain it there, falls back into its proper place. And in this endless rise and fall, we see the start and finish of us all. Time flies through summer and … Continue reading

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WHY DON’T YOU WANT TO KNOW?

Not knowing is a barrel tumbling over Niagara: darkness within danger without. Knowing is the full moon at midnight splashing light in the darkest corners. Wanting to know is taking responsibility for the good and the bad. Not wanting to … Continue reading

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JUPITER SPINS

Jupiter spins, they say, three times as fast as earth and thus enjoys a shorter day. They say the sun will grow and then, at last, burn up the planets which lie in its way. They say, the universe is … Continue reading

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GNOMON

The shadow of the gnomon* slides at a steady rate. Even if the dial is ancient, the time itself is up to date. Though the train sleeps in the station, the sun just will not wait. And the ever moving … Continue reading

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