tasting rhubarb

Reopening soon in new premises. Maybe.

  may the new year have many doors and windows reflect some sweet dreams

 

  The early fog never quite lifted today. When I went out later something of it lingered - not really a mist, not even a blurring, but ...

  Wild storms and flooding from the sea. The news of all this interrupted for the announcement that the bright light of Nelson Mandela ...

    Thick might seem an odd word for these, for the big, pale, blurry, fragile images taken with a pinhole camera,   for the standing ...

A big thing in 'street photography', I suppose, is the lack of a frame, the freedom from it, the capturing of a rando...

  Why this impulse to tilt the camera - experienced before , but only in autumn? I suppose it's the sensation of trees meeting th...

     Beached on the wet footpath - as pink, damp and fleshy as a creature from the sea.