1. Looks like rain at a distance.

    Looks like rain at a distance.

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  2. First blackberries of the year at St Nahi’s.

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  3. Good morning.Here’s a new week.

    Good morning.
    Here’s a new week.

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  4. 
If one were asked to name an employment consistent with perfect idleness it would be difficult to suggest a better than that of watching a lark melting out of sight into the sky, and then finding it again. This you may do in Caburn’s hollow as nowhere else. The song of the lark thus followed by eye and ear—for song and bird become one—passes naturally into the music of the spheres: there exist in the universe only yourself and this cosmic twitter.

Highways & Byways in Sussex, EV Lucas

    If one were asked to name an employment consistent with perfect idleness it would be difficult to suggest a better than that of watching a lark melting out of sight into the sky, and then finding it again. This you may do in Caburn’s hollow as nowhere else. The song of the lark thus followed by eye and ear—for song and bird become one—passes naturally into the music of the spheres: there exist in the universe only yourself and this cosmic twitter.

    Highways & Byways in Sussex, EV Lucas

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  5. These photos were taken 3 years apart. This field is on the way out of Sussex University, heading north towards Ditchling, on my walk home.

    Going through my pictures just now, it’s clear that I’ve spent years walking in the same places and taking the same photos over and over.

    My all-time hero, Nick Papadimitriou:

    “Sometimes I feel like it’s all been a colossal waste of time, actually. When I should have been raising a family and earning, I’ve just been staring at scratch marks on pieces of concrete, and getting the same views again and again and again and taking them in until I know them by heart. Wandering around streets for years on end, serving no purpose whatsoever. It’s all going to get swept away anyway.”

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  6. 
There is a hypnotism of form: a rugged peak will alarm the mind where a billowy green undulation will lull it. The Downs change their complexion, but are never other than soothing and still: no stress of weather produces in them any of that sense of fatality that one is conscious of in Westmoreland. Thunder-clouds empurple the turf and blacken the hangers, but they cannot break the imperturbable equanimity of the line; rain throws over the range a gauze veil of added softness; a mist makes them more wonderful, unreal, romantic; snow brings them to one’s doors. At sunrise they are magical, a background for Malory; at sunset they are the lovely home of the serenest thoughts, a spectacle for Marcus Aurelius. Their combes, or hollows, are then filled with purple shadow cast by the sinking sun, while the summits and shoulders are gold.

Highways & Byways in Sussex, EV Lucas

    There is a hypnotism of form: a rugged peak will alarm the mind where a billowy green undulation will lull it. The Downs change their complexion, but are never other than soothing and still: no stress of weather produces in them any of that sense of fatality that one is conscious of in Westmoreland. Thunder-clouds empurple the turf and blacken the hangers, but they cannot break the imperturbable equanimity of the line; rain throws over the range a gauze veil of added softness; a mist makes them more wonderful, unreal, romantic; snow brings them to one’s doors. At sunrise they are magical, a background for Malory; at sunset they are the lovely home of the serenest thoughts, a spectacle for Marcus Aurelius. Their combes, or hollows, are then filled with purple shadow cast by the sinking sun, while the summits and shoulders are gold.

    Highways & Byways in Sussex, EV Lucas

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  7. How are you today?
I heard thunder to the south.

Listening, thinking of nothing, simply living in the sound of the wind, that strange feeling which is unrelated to anything that concerns us, of the life and intelligence inherent in nature, grows upon the mind.

Birds and Man, WH Hudson

    How are you today?

    I heard thunder to the south.

    Listening, thinking of nothing, simply living in the sound of the wind, that strange feeling which is unrelated to anything that concerns us, of the life and intelligence inherent in nature, grows upon the mind.

    Birds and Man, WH Hudson

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  8. Tiny seeds are blowing in through my office window, reminding me of outside, reminding me of digging out mare’s tail roots, reminding me of the blissful order in nature, even in the most overgrown places.
Last night I watched bees going in and out of Indian Balsam flowers. The balsam is flowering along the Dodder. I saw a kingfisher dart out from the riverbank a few times. After the weekend rain, the river is starting to settle and is lower, calmer, clearer.

    Tiny seeds are blowing in through my office window, reminding me of outside, reminding me of digging out mare’s tail roots, reminding me of the blissful order in nature, even in the most overgrown places.

    Last night I watched bees going in and out of Indian Balsam flowers. The balsam is flowering along the Dodder. I saw a kingfisher dart out from the riverbank a few times. After the weekend rain, the river is starting to settle and is lower, calmer, clearer.

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  9. Torrential rain to blazing sunshine in five minutes flat.

    Torrential rain to blazing sunshine in five minutes flat.

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  10. The tall teasel by the Dodder started to flower this week. Reliably bee-full.

    The tall teasel by the Dodder started to flower this week. Reliably bee-full.

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  11. 
"There arose in me a multitude of thoughts through which at last came floating a vision of the woods of home and of another place — the lake where the Arun rises."

The Four Men, Belloc

    "There arose in me a multitude of thoughts through which at last came floating a vision of the woods of home and of another place — the lake where the Arun rises."

    The Four Men, Belloc

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  12. I just remembered I had a four-leaf clover. I left it pressing in a book. I left the book in Sussex. I think my books all went to a charity shop.
Someone will buy an old book about France and good luck will come tumbling out.

    I just remembered I had a four-leaf clover. I left it pressing in a book. I left the book in Sussex. I think my books all went to a charity shop.

    Someone will buy an old book about France and good luck will come tumbling out.

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  13. Today’s sky: a poem of long lines and short words.

    Today’s sky: a poem of long lines and short words.

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  14. Here’s a green to warm your heart.

    Here’s a green to warm your heart.

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  15. After reading, I lie down and think about my home, the home of my heart. I open out my arms and the sky opens back. Open and endless.
Time slows. I can hear small spiders making their way through the grass. I must be dreaming. 

    After reading, I lie down and think about my home, the home of my heart. I open out my arms and the sky opens back. Open and endless.

    Time slows. I can hear small spiders making their way through the grass. I must be dreaming. 

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