Saturday, June 27, 2020

Friday, June 26, 2020

Fallen

























Fallen, like empire
hopes for a new beginning
reclaimed by the soil
reaching out for the sky
a frozen gesture of defeat
once graceful and strong
now abandoned and alone
to be seduced by the fog of history



Monday, June 8, 2020

Hide and seek



Friday, June 5, 2020

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Monday, May 25, 2020

In the kingdom of dreams

                                                               words by Ian Felice





















Friday, April 3, 2020

Thursday, April 2, 2020

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Monday, March 30, 2020

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Half frame movie chapter 7

                                                                            Brighton          Spring        2019

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Half frame movie chapter 6

                                                                      Brighton             spring           2019


Friday, March 27, 2020

half frame movie chapter 5


                                                                                 Brighton     spring       2019

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Half frame movie chapter 4

                                                                           Brighton         summer        2019

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Half frame movie chapter 3

                                                                              Yorkshire         winter      2019

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Half frame movie chapter 2

                                                                        Yorkshire             winter         2019

Monday, March 23, 2020

half frame movie chapter 1

                                                                              Brighton       summer        2019

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Magpie James






Sunday, February 23, 2020

How my light is spent


















Exhibition opening Saturday 21st March from 2pm

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Paradise Lost


















"Solitude sometimes is best society"

Monday, February 18, 2019

Analogue Forever


















Thank you to Julie Dean, executive director of the Los Angeles Center of Photography for selecting these two of my photographs for the Analogue Forever exhibition.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Friday, February 1, 2019

"You were only waiting for this moment to arise"

























"Blackbird fly, blackbird fly,
 Into the light of the dark black night"
 Lennon - McCartney

Thursday, January 31, 2019

"To turn the chaos of experience into a set of manageable symbols"

























-4 and freezing fog
blackbirds commove
cracks grass underfoot
in the dense morning air
a cloud of silent words
escape me


Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

The Peace of Wild Things

























When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendel Berry

Thursday, January 3, 2019

"The only journey is the one within"
























"I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other"
Rainer Maria Rilke - Letters to a young poet

Friday, December 28, 2018

Corporeal




Friday, December 21, 2018

Cruising Paradise - for Sam Shepard

                                            Moss      winter    2018

Thursday, December 20, 2018

December

























I lie on my bed and stare out through the vertical blinds into the smoky white sky, and try to hold onto a single thought.
Nothing comes.
Everything is static and I can't find the answer that I need.
It's like I'm standing at the edge of a long tunnel, calling out into the dark and the only thing I hear is the echo of my own voice trailing off into the blackness.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

The end of the road


Monday, December 17, 2018

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Insignificance

















"The man I am writing about is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water."
W. Somerset Maugham - The Razor's Edge