Yesterday in my garden, I had cut the grass and was playing with my camera. As I was focussing on a freshly installed pot plant, I noticed a shadow in the corner of my eye. Not expecting any movement so close, I nearly jumped out of my skin but all was good. The visitor was “my” pheasant, the very friendly one, the one, who allows me to hand-feed him.

Imagine, if you will, the scene in my garden a little earlier today: Three starlings having fun in the birdbath, two pigeons under a feeder and a crow in the feeder …

Sunshine. The air smells of summer. Birdsong the only sound to break the silence. Peace.

About the innocent act of creating a retro style image that impregnated my mind with a false memory, which I am unable now to shed. And the question whether the mind can create a real event to aid a false memory.

This photograph in my series of unplanned portraits tries to capture the spirit of the month of June.

On the health benefits (or lack thereof) of cats on humans.

Spring really is upon us now. The garden is colourful and lush and teeming with life.

Meet the newts in my garden pond.

Question: What do a hyperactive mole and an unwanted quarry have in common? Answer: Everything.

On the photographer’s woes (or incompetence) in photographing the moon.