In the introduction to Kathleen Raine’s selected poems she says, nature poetry is not what we write about nature,

There is this interplay between the idea and what happens with the paint.  If the paint dominates, there is mess. 

I’ve just delivered a painting to a client who wanted to bring the essence of a landscape that she’d known since childhood into her home.  The bay between Tresaith and the Ynys Lochtyn peninsula is like a bowl of water and light, sea and sky almost indistinguishable, held by the outstretched arms of land. It is a place to rest and breathe.

I heard a toddler the other day copying his parents’ talking but making no sense.  Blah, blah, b’blah, blah, he