Jim Lloyd
We cannot exist in the world without leaving traces of our presence.  
We cannot be immune to the universal forces that reveal themselves in even the most mundane acts
The way we interpret what we see depends on our pre-existing constructs of the wo
rld

My breath distrubing the surface of a woodland pool



Grass recovering to original position (almost) after I had walked upon, barefoot



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  • Home
  • Poetry
  • Projects
    • Dogcam
    • Bird field recording
    • Solresol bird translator
    • BEYOND residency
  • Photobooks
    • Letah Woods (UV)
    • Some things 1
    • Every tree in Wydon Wood
    • Starbucks to St .John Lee
    • Heart of All England
    • Random #1
    • No place like home
    • Moor track
    • River story
    • Blanchland to Riddlehamhope
    • Walking the dog
    • North
    • Some sense of place
  • Video
    • How the bird sees the wood
    • I knew ...
    • The edge of town (nightfall)
    • Secret life
    • Slaley forest
    • More from wood
    • Bin day rainbow
    • Traces
    • Camino
  • Sound
    • Glenshee
    • Railing
    • Weatherline
    • Farewell to the valley
    • Wydon Burn walk
    • A short walk through the woods
    • Intake Nightfall (sound)
    • Wydon wood - West wind, rain
    • Twisted fence
  • Drawing
    • Transcending
    • Kielder and Ennerdale
    • Sketchbooks
    • Free will
    • Shetland
  • Being Here
  • Private Section
    • Nocmig
    • The Great Northern Diver (private)
    • Solresol bird translator
    • The Wild Call
    • Speedy Bunting
  • About
  • Contact
  • New Page