Category Archives: Childhood memories

These latish things remind me of you…

” A bowl of peaches that are slowly ripening, A simple salad on a summer evening….” These and other equally delicious things remind me of you, Summer. I’m impatiently awaiting your arrival; my mind is filled with memories of our … Continue reading

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Something for the weekend, Sir?

A childhood of single sex boarding schools, followed by a career in any sex you like photography, has cleanly excised any sexual prejudice that in a less testing environment might have flourished. Doing unto others as you would have them … Continue reading

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All you need is love…..

…not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. As the inside temperature of the house, this morning, was a crisp 9°C it was no wonder that nothing was stirring, it was more of a wonder that anything was still … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, All You Need is Love, Art photography, Childhood, Childhood memories, Childhood memories, Christmas, Christmas decorations, Christmas Eve, Cooking, Digital photography, Dreams, Emotion, Excellence, Expectation, family, fireplace, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, France, friendship, harmony, Humour, Illusion, John Lennon, lifestyle, Memory, perfect day, Photography, Reality, Sex, Writing | Tagged , , , , | 47 Comments

Gold,Frankincense and what the f…k is that….

Glacé cherries and Christmas decorations have something in common apart from looking cheap and cheerful. Their communion is that they both offer much more than they can ever deliver in that they depend on a thin veneer of cosmetic attraction … Continue reading

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Writing with a plum in my mouth…

Patrick, one of our neighbours, arrived at our house yesterday afternoon with a box piled high with sun warm mirabelles that he had just picked from one of his trees. He’s not a man of many words but the words … Continue reading

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The sweet smell of excess….

I remember the excitement of “overdoing it”, the anticipation of “going too far” and the sweet smell of excess. The resilience of youth to absorb punishment in the form of recreational stimulants is Olympian when viewed in the rear vision mirror as … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, Art photography, Childhood memories, Digital photography, Excess, Food and Photography, Food photographer, French countryside, Good luck, harmony, lifestyle, Luck, Memory, Photography, photography course, Photography holiday, Still life, summer, Uncategorized, Wine, Writing | 38 Comments

The elusive scent of past summers….

There’s a smell to the summer holidays of my youth that I can’t describe or define but which still haunts me. This friendly phantom will appear unannounced as a waft of a hardly remembered past that is filled with detail … Continue reading

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