
this looks like black purple russula, who knows, but it is very vivid and looks very poisonous (it isn't but it isnt edible).








.... or yellow stagshorn fungus depending on which book you read, common but pretty (like Harriet I suppose)
chlorociboria aeruginascens (sounds like a very grand aunty) growing on our paddock fence. This little fungus stains wood green and was much prized for marquetry when it grew on oak. The outer surface is described as scurfy, like my coat.

sometimes it is hard to convey the astonishing beauty and peace of the space we walk through; with tall trees and autumnal tones it feels like the inner space of an enormous joyful cathedral

another year goes by. Very little has changed in the view of the village from Kit Hill, caught in the lovely soft low light of evening in late autumn, although for us many things have changed. I sometimes wonder where these changes reside because often they lack any materiality. When you look at these images, imagine the millions upon millions of invisible connections and relations of all the people before you, their memories, thoughts and emotions; in what space do they lie?



