Quite inconceivably tiny, occasionally a goldcrest flashes along the old brick garden wall, flitting into yew buttresses for cover.

Here, a goldcrest is imagined in a London Fields Scotch Pine. Hackney has been graced by amazing tree planting over recent years, including stands of conifers. 

The goldcrest's song is a high ululation, almost at the edge of hearing. This diminuitive bird is a nigh on magical apparition - a sighting is always a blessing. 

11cm x 8cm (roughly), printed on 150 gsm khadi paper, limited edition of 10