Thursday, July 30, 2015

auguries of innocence

                                                                                            summer          2015

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

William Blake

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

the returning tree

                                                     afternoon      koliba         summer         2015

                                                       evening      koliba         summer          2015

I keep returning to this tree which is behind some new apartment buildings close to where I live. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel compelled to leave the path, walk behind the buildings and wade through the waist high grass to see the tree and the view of the city beyond.

my last morning on the UFO

                                  instagram      summer     Bratislava      2015

Sunday, July 26, 2015

simple things

                                                                  moss     yorkshire    summer    2012

Simple things that on the surface may seem irrelevant can hold the key to memories that bring with them warmth and comfort. My mothers peg bag, that she made from an old pillow case and a plastic clothes hanger has lasted years longer than many of the clothes its pegs once held to the washing line. Clothes outgrown over the years by my brother and I, my fathers work shirts and my mothers collection of fashionable blouses. I clearly remember clothes billowing in the wind and sun, the smell of clean bright mornings, a myriad of colour dancing on the line and birds singing in trees.

fruit tree

                                                                        jablon  by AK     spring     2015
                                                          fruit tree     Bratislava       spring     2014

Sunday, July 12, 2015


                                                          koliba      summer   2015

the imagination of nature
from earth and rain
reaching out to the sky
entwined like lovers
frozen in a moment
filled with memory
quiet as a whisper
a song in a storm
shelter in our dreams
and adventure in our hearts

Monday, July 6, 2015

the fields of my youth

                                                                    moss     yorkshire     summer  2012

                                                                     moss    yorkshire     winter   2014

 A few minutes walk from my mothers house are the fields I played in as a kid and although decades have gone by since then, the fields look much the same and the character of the land still retains its identity. We are formed by the landscape of our childhood; it's discovery is our adventure, it's colour and smell and sound give life to memories that remain with us for our whole lives.

Thursday, July 2, 2015


                                                                                Bratislava   summer   2015

birds at dusk

                                                                               Bratislava    summer    2015

Wednesday, July 1, 2015