One of the women crouches at the edge of the cliff rolling things with shells over the edge. Clams, birds’ eggs, turtles, peekytoe crabs,
Hell’s bells my father rolled off his tongue when frustrated or not pleased with the current situation. They weren’t the angry words when
Morning star, can you hold as I cross the river and the sky wraps me softly? Dew or tears – no one can tell.
A botanist and photographer, she was considered the first person to illustrate a book with photographs, Photographs of British Algae (1849-1850) and the first
