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…
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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. …
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Recent weather and photography as art
The end and beginning of years are often times of reflection….
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Change, it happens
Change — it happens whether we acknowledge it or not.
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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…
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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.
