I’m not sure why? All I know is that road trips heading north always seem more satisfying. From my part of
Pictures in the street, exhibited free
When did the dark start having shadows? I can’t remember the first time I noticed them. They were always there
Names on stones. Life, stories, gone
“How much?” The cosmetic surgeon sat impassively at his desk. He knew the old man sitting in front of him
Pastel woodland shades blue, white, lemon.
I live in a house with families of Starlings living in the eaves at three corners. They return and nest
The world rushes by this city Sunday. The three amigos on the steps dancing, chilling, singing. Fifty, sixty or even
Over the last few weeks I have been posting a selection of photographs from a recent trip to the county
I stop puzzled, turning slowly this is crazy. I came out of that door, the toilet I’m sure of it.