Well, I’m always at it……lusting after the minutiae of nature that is.

I stumble on this pic of some ‘dusty miller’….oh how I adore it. Tomentose…like frozen coral dusted in velvet….and that whispery ashen colour…

Somehow it reminds me of this little pantry Nicky and I found on an estate we are working on…it’s a little gem of its own (you can see him peeking through the door). It has that genuine magic of pipes strewn all over the place that set it apart from the strangling perfection of copycat attempts. (Note to self - perfection really can be a bore.)

I make a little dreamscape for a client….