Where crooked limbs reach
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones…
Through the fog
… Winter trees can often look harsh without leaves but the fog and early morning lighting, in this case, softened the effect, displaying a pleasing composition. …
Recent weather and photography as art
The end and beginning of years are often times of reflection….
Change, it happens
Change — it happens whether we acknowledge it or not.
1st Year
October and December 2012 we celebrated the birth of grandchildren, George and Lily. This year in October and December we celebrated their 1st birthdays…
Selfie: Oxford word of the year and duty fulfilled
This blog has been around since 2006 but in 2009 I began the tradition of doing a self portrait — one per year. You’ll seldom see photos of me on here at any other time.
