Category Archives: Photographic Prints
Thinking of Spring in France….
The moment the sun comes out, after the Christmas break, my mind is filled with images of Spring which include eating and drinking delicious food and wine outside in the sun and not wearing socks, big pullovers and a woolly … Continue reading
Rugged Ratatouille……
This old man’s fancy is turning to Spring and dreaming of Summer when we’ll be cooking on wood fires and quaffing rosé in the long warm barbecue scented evenings… …..my course with Olia is slowly but surely filling up….https://www.biginfrance.com/roger-olia
A chance to hang Roger Stowell…..
10″x 8″Giclée prints on Hahnemühle Pearl paper at £40.00 each + delivery* Printed by the Print Space, London A selection of prints can be found on my website http://rogerstowell.com Orders can be made direct to the Print Space through my website (link … Continue reading
A memory of Chez Allard
Memory is a wonderful thing and I am of the opinion that it is something to be enjoyed while I still have it. On one of my recent constitutionals down that virtual lane the name of Chez Allard came … Continue reading
on a wing and a préau….
The longing, in this month of April, for the warmth of summer is with me for an unseemly proportion of my waking and dreaming moments. A longing that has me limping along these final few furlongs of heavy going before winter, … Continue reading
a taste as old as cold water….
Lawrence Durrell’s precise metaphor is the clearest description of the taste of olives that I have ever heard or read. In truth, he was speaking of the wrinkly, black, salt cured olives whose flavour is as naked and unashamed as a new … Continue reading
never mock a turtle….
Having been in it too many times, soup and I have seen the best and worst of each other. Soup follows us through the seven ages of our lives from the first toothless food experience of puréed baby food to the penultimate … Continue reading
burning question…..
Atavistic memories of the word “incinerator” recently started to shuffle around the corridors of my mind but the events surrounding that word remain in soft focus. There was a point in my childhood when several parts of our family shared a house … Continue reading
playing it safe….
Living where and how we do acts as a prophylactic, a spiritual condom that shields us from the reality of the ever more imaginative madness of mankind. Growing old in peace is not an unreasonable expectation yet it is becoming an increasingly rare luxury and … Continue reading