I disappeared for a while. I fell down the knitting rabbit hole again.
Mrs Pony was born out of a happy accident. I bought a few balls of yarn from a charity shop yesterday morning (the lady kindly sold me a few balls for £1) with the intention to knit a creature out of it. One of the yarn was pink with a label around it that read: […]
Buzzard follows me or maybe I follow you as I walk, drive, breath…
Barn owls, everywhere Magical sight in the air Grand, powerful stare. The first time I met you, barn owl, it was in the summer 2005. I was driving in the very early hours of the morning, on the motorway in the south east of France, on my way to Germany.
The woods are my church The birds and bats, my choir The priest, a badger.