There’s a certain sadness in the moving on of something you notice everyday. A detachment from reality but a connection to the world that is brought by animals and birds. There is a parliament of Rooks that live where I work and every morning I greet them as they walk along the edge of the rooftop…their heads angled in silent recognition of my regular timekeeping. I, sadly, found this one the other day on the ground. I’m determined to record him in my sketches and images.