I am aware that this website is currently loading very slowly – infuriatingly so. Perhaps it has found its inner cat and is enjoying a nap.
According to the universe, it is not autumn until 23rd September but I know this to be untrue. I saw autumn arriving.
Photography is no longer a profession these days. It has become an expensive hobby for masochists.
Wolf goes out for a screw and meets an unremarkable blonde, his wife’s late grandfather and Howard Sibshaw from Summer Wine.
Portrait of a white rose in my garden at summer’s end.
Luna never fails to fascinate me, and last night she performed a veiled dance for me.
“Flowers don’t sell”, my agent keeps telling me. I suspect that the term flowers does not refer to actual flowers but is code for the little wondrous things in nature.
Recently published photographs on covers of books by Robin Talley (USA) and Lyn Andrews (UK).
Some of you might not agree, I realise, but I think that these individuals are very handsome and they posed exceptionally nicely and patiently for me. And no, I do not begrudge them the odd leave or petal.