Yorkshire Sculpture Park

Wet, cold, windy and very very muddy but a great place.
Will definitely be taking a more leisurely visit in the Summer months but had to catch the last day of the David Nash exhibit.
Unfortunately as much of his work was indoors I wasn't able to photograph it.

Yorkshire Sculpture Park Images

Stone Bear

I rescued this fella from the beach at Hunstanton. When I've finished with him he will a fully fledged growly bear :)

No Valentine

When I used to be a gambler
I thought I’d played the winning hand,
but though playing with our hearts
I only thought I’d break the bank

I Happened Upon A Rusty Barn

How quietly you rest
in your copper-tan decline
you’ve let the grass grow long around your feet

So swiftly nature welcomed you
into its verdant embrace when man
finally abandoned you to this tawny disgrace.

Your back seems yet strong
but oh your face, such derelict distress
a weatherworn bister vitiation

Of russet scales blushing viridian
over ochreous carbuncles,
husk moldering in dusty chestnut consumption

While oxide leaves shed from you,
an autumnal fall into your absolute torpor,
the final cankerous chapter of your storied days

February Hares

It has been a long held belief that when you see hares fighting in a field it is two males engaged in a competition of prowess. This is however not the case. It has recently been discovered that more often than not it is males & females fighting each other. It has been suggested the female is testing the fitness of the male before she decides to have him as her mate, and if she doesn't like him, or if she feels she isn't ready to mate, boxing his ears is a good way of telling him to clear off!

Dun rockets
dash through the tillage,
black tipped ears
cruising the furrow tops,
fuzzy dorsals
on land locked sharks.

There!
I see two.
No! Three!
Wait! Five!
A husk of leapers
and tumblers,

their mighty hearts
accelerate them into ever
increasing concentric tracks
before collapsing
recklessly into
a tangle of whiskers and limbs.

No blows land,
the time’s not yet,
but lepus’ dance of augury
bids pugilists,
both he & she,
acquiesce to the vernal charge

Breathe

in this clipped
half hearted light
that is neither
morning nor night
those trees that
exhale my very life

stand in austere
haggard relief
before the dawn’s
pre-emptive glow
like cross sectional
dissected,
diseased lungs