Very often when I am outside somewhere I find things which seem to have a little bit of the magical and curious about them. They are very often tiny creatures (or remnants of), organisms, plant materials or fungi which seem to exist on a slightly different plane to us humans. They are in our peripheral vision. They are always there, part of ordinary life and go on doing their thing without taking any notice of us as a race at all. They are the subterranean, the marginalised, the unnoticed, the indefinable. Very often I have absolutely no idea what they even are (in my quest to name and categorise everything, as is symptomatic of being human). The photos are mostly named for the places where I found them.
They are of course fragile and precarious in a world where to remain unnoticed gives licence to destruction and utilisation. They matter.