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David Abbott

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Music. April 2025

April 02, 2025

Music on heavy rotation or nice new finds.

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  • Music

Night session

March 26, 2025

A choir sings in a field, faces pointed up into the encircling darke night. Each voice is like a dove issuing forth into the star-holed firmament.

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  • Writing

Barn Wood

March 21, 2025

Barn Wood is full of wood anemones, a patchy blanket of expectant white faces pointed towards any break in the forest canopy.

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  • Place
  • Writing
  • Nature

Islanded

March 18, 2025

On the shore that first day were ocean-pocked plastic buoys, steel oil drums, nylon rope, hemp rope. A toilet seat.

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  • Place
  • Landscape
  • Travel
  • Writing

Music. March 2025

March 10, 2025

Music on heavy rotation or nice new finds.

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  • Music

Music. February 2025

February 17, 2025

Music on heavy rotation or nice new finds.

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  • Music

East Anglia

January 28, 2025

A two day trip east at the tail of last year to Suffolk and Norfolk

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  • Place
  • Photography
  • Travel

Interior

January 22, 2025

Dust doesn’t settle here but thickens the air like cornflour.

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  • Place
  • Travel
  • Writing

Music. January 2025

January 21, 2025

Music on heavy rotation or nice new finds.

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  • Music

Severnland

December 17, 2024

A Severnland circular

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  • Place
  • Landscape
  • Photography

Music. December 2024

December 02, 2024

Music on heavy rotation or nice new finds.

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  • Music

Wells

November 30, 2024

I spent the last afternoon in November walking around and around Wells Cathedral.

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  • Place
  • Photography
  • Travel

Worcester

November 27, 2024

November visit to Worcester cathedral

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  • Place
  • Photography
  • Travel

Places form

November 24, 2024

Places as the interaction between the physical and the soulful

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  • Place
  • Landscape
  • Nature

Shooting in the dark

November 20, 2024

The small car park at the start of the Ridgeway is half full of camper vans. No one is stirring at 6:45am and there are no other walkers when I bounce the car over the uneven surface of the car park, grab my camera and start up the ancient track.

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  • Place
  • Landscape
  • Nature
  • Photography
  • Travel
  • Writing