The Austrian novelist and crime writer J.J. Preyer in his garden with Robert, photographed in July of this year.
When I stayed with Robert this summer I also met Robert. Robert, the dog, that is, who looks after the writer J.J. Preyer
Halloween is not that far off and it is about more than pumpkins and trick-or-treating. Here is my interpretation of this time of the year. The photographs are available as greeting cards, prints, framed prints and phone cases and make great little Halloween presents.
In May 2012 I wrote “Some days I wish that I could pack a few things and turn into a hermit”. Earlier this month I did just that for a self-portrait.
I am very fond of this photograph, in which I was privileged to catch an intimate and tender moment shared between my very dear friend of thirty-odd years, Robert, and his partner Günther.
The full moon earlier this week – the full moon in October – is sometimes called Hunter’s Moon or Blood Moon; both not very nice names and evocative of all the wrong things when, in fact, Luna was exquisite and did everything to please with her ample and ripe body.
Since the original 1953 movie of the same title with the unforgettable Marlon Brando, the Wild One has matured and his struggle is no longer one of generations. I was unable to consider Brando for my ad-hoc interpretation of the theme because … well, because he is dead. Instead, I have pleasure in introducing the new Wild One.
The weather on the last day of summer, yesterday, was picture perfect for the occasion. A misty morning, fading memories of summer during the day and when the evening drew in I was wondering about putting on the log fire.
Whilst some hospitable institutions may display a menu on the door, this establishment lets you sample the kind of dress that you can expect on their staff.
I always thought that life was hard for a photographer with cats but never realised that it could be equally challenging for somebody trying to sell a wood-burning stove. Read what Kaspar did to make my visitor grow two shades paler.
What could be nicer to come home to than a cosily lit up sitting room with a handsome cat waiting for you?
Living in a multi-cat household brings its own challenges. How do you divide your attentions, for instance? After I had photographed Domino yesterday another resident made me feel bad that I had ignored her brothers Camillo and Kaspar on their birthday. I could see my callous shortcomings instantly.
On the realisation of our insignificance in the big scheme, the emotional needs of a green moth, Domino’s jealousy and where Narcissus lives these days.
My recent blog post about the mysterious pothole repairs inspired a dear friend and neighbour, Andy Fawthrop, to write a poem.
In this latest gripping insight into the life of a photographer, find out how it took three vehicles, around six or seven men and two visits to the same area on different days to fill two potholes. Inefficiencies prosper.