Keeping focused
So these days when I’m feeling tumbled about by life’s daily trials and opportunities, I try to remember to hold my place on the starting line and be focused on the goals ahead.
Spain: Arrival Madrid
I look upon international coach air travel as slow torture. Put me on a long enough flight and I’ll tell you anything, promise you anything, simply to disembark. A large part of my view on this comes from being tall with long legs and the airlines shrinking the spacing between rows to get as many of us “cattle” as possible on a plane. Such flights are the only times…
Not the party pooper
If you’re lucky sometimes a service you’re asked to do also turn out to be fun. This past weekend I had the opportunity to photograph a charity party/auction held at a local private home. The event ran…
Gradually, then suddenly…
I imagine all towns and cities have one—that slightly eccentric, often misunderstood resident who doesn’t quite match society’s standard….
It’ll be trees and streets
Most of my photographic opportunities are coming from local sources these days and I don’t foresee that changing in the immediate future, so, as fair warning it’s probably trees and streets for a while.