Category Archives: Ile d’Oleron
On not eating the Dalai Lama….
Over the past few days it has been a rare moment when there has not been a bottle in front of me which state of affairs is, according the joke in many a Christmas cracker, infinitely preferable to a frontal lobotomy. I … Continue reading
I got the bleus..du ciel, de la mer..the summertime bleus.
It might surprise you to hear that I’ve been ranting quite a lot over the last day or two, although surprise may not be first among the emotions felt, by those of you who know me well, on hearing that unsurprising news. I’ve … Continue reading
You can’t always get..
My mind, or that section of the jumble of grey matter that remembers things, is light sensitive. Light, in all its nuances, is a trigger for my memories. The light then and the light now are inextricably linked..I think. Or … Continue reading
The weatherman said rain today…
In fact it didn’t rain at all, which was disappointing as it meant that I had to make a pale imitation of nature’s work. I had planned to do a speculative shot of flowers through a rain drop covered window … Continue reading
Looking back over my shoulder..
I’ve become conditioned to conjure words in the quiet of the early morning, confined within the four walls of my office where, with a cup of coffee in my hand, an idea is sparked by a thought, a picture, a … Continue reading