Poetry in notions
Nothing is certain in this world except death, taxes, and the absolute certainty that when things seem to be going well, somewhere on the planet, religion will bugger it up.
I wasn’t fond of Notre Dame as a building – give me Chartres any day – but so sad to see all that history burning savagely. But seriously, grown men worked there who believed they had the “Crown of thorns”?
Strangely comforting to see small birds hunting big eagles instead of the other way round
Two Spinebills chasing each other through the Salvia flowers, trying to evolve into Australian hummingbirds