Author: David

The remains of last autumn’s fruits.

Perching on the lookout for anything to eat.

In the middle of these mosses growing on the top of a wall, an even more primitive form of plant, a slime.

This gull was bathing to get its feathers in tip top condition against the January cold.

This robin seemed poised to confront not only any other robin, but also any passing people.

A moorhen approaches.