Author Archives: @julforres

It’s raining a cold March rain as I stand at the Snake awaiting the arrival of A, who is searching for her red wellies… my gaze meanders over the familiar patchwork; circles squares texts and textures…the musical notes, the yinyang, always landing on Vincey Long is a Legend… I remember V the child, back inContinue reading “liftings, slippings….Tuesday 14 March 2023”

Another gap, plenty of water under the bridge. flowing flowing Back to the Glen I stand over the river facing the disappearing waters as they flow under me away from me this is the direction for the turning of the year, watching the waters wash westwards the low sun rising at my back we areContinue reading “Solstice 2022”

It is the time of suspension and falling and the glimmering colours before the quiet release …the most gentle sweep to sustain into the dead still of the Cailleach’s grip. hawthorn and sorbus berries, scarlet and vermillion – October CRUSH – golden stars of maple and sycamore, fallen acorns hatching pink seekers all rain-swept inContinue reading “Across the Bridge October into November colours Wednesday 2 Nov 2022”

Today I feel I may have got my last haul from the bole of the chestnut tree… “my chestnut tree” who presides over the entrance to Glenview park. As I write this I feel the precariousness of her position, on a road, a conduit East – West across the City’s Northside, but thankfully not theContinue reading “Tuesday 18th October 2022 Chestnut Tree”

Walking the park midday is not my favourite time, missing the birds, the world is in full tilt and the light is flatter, this morning was dull when I expected blue skies, there’s nip in the air, I busy about my morning till after midday when I strike out to deliver some Glen booklets toContinue reading “The perfect Grey Tues 11 Oct 22”

The horse chestnut tree is releasing its fruit; for a month I have been passing by and picking up the fallen ones – I find them bounced on the concrete, scattered across the tarmac, cracked open along the seams, released from their fleshy enclosure, in the grass an eye opens in the gap. I haveContinue reading “Conkers and the moon…Monday 10 Oct 22”

It’s past the autumn equinox, the days are shortening into winter and time has flown, flowed in summer flux since my last postings …I have been away from the Glen, lost my footing there with all of my busyness … the connection is fragile, on the surface at least … the connection needs continuity …lastContinue reading “Blue zip opening Sat 1 – Thurs 6 October 2022”

Wednesday in the Glen Resource Centre a gathering of otter enthusiasts heard Paddy Sleeman share his knowledge and answer questions about Cork’s urban otter population, 11 have been counted by the disitillary and 8 on the Bride – they have always been here he insists, across Cork’s rivers in abundance. Their white markings may beContinue reading “Ottertalk, Coots, midges and Piper at the well, Fri 6-Fri 13.05.2022”

Moorhen’s floating nest Palest of cuckoo flower at the oil spill open to all that comes on the breeze listening to the birds, waiting in vain for the cuckoo…? A gentle placement at the tri-trunkular tilla cordata (small leaved lime)… an offering of sorts it seems The Ash over the zigzag, near or far stillContinue reading “cuckoo trail – retracing steps in twos and threes Thursday 5.5.2022 call and response”