Tag Archives: misty morning
..things that are and things to come…
Grey skies and flat light during yesterday’s stroll, around our tiny hamlet of La Moussière, signally failed to obscure the magic that was hidden under a thin veneer of dullness. Looking for pictures is my foraging. The locations of the … Continue reading
the good in greyness….
There’s nothing like a grey January morning for sucking the joy from the marrow whilst making one a mirror image of it. A memory comes to mind of a curvy grey zinc bar laden with well made Martinis and a … Continue reading
Photography holiday in the Vendée for food lovers …..Oct 11-14
October is a good time to be in the Sud Vendée, a comparatively little known part of France, where I have been contentedly living for the last 20 years. The weather will be warm and nature will be starting to … Continue reading
Season’s change….
hanging on……
Soaking up the beauty around me on this warm early morning in late, late August has me desperately trying to suppress the emotions of clinging on, of eking out the pleasure, of denying the ineluctability of time ; childhood’s last strawberry on the plate, adolescence’s … Continue reading
The cat’s bollocks and other tales…..
The woolly hat pulled down around my ears efficiently protected them from the chill of the biting wind but failed miserably in filtering out the piercing cries of an enraged cat in a cage being carted off for castration. Molly, the cat in … Continue reading
buzzing….
I remember reading, in a book whose name I have now forgotten, of how the human voice resembles the senseless buzzing of an insect to the ear of a cat. Whether this opinion was gleaned from a cat or from … Continue reading
Going down to the sea again…
Today I’m heading off to the Anse d’Aiguillon to teach a landscape photography course. These two images show the subtle beauty that makes this area one of my favourite locations. Both pictures are available at the Print Store
Who called the cook a cunt?
Which knotty question is traditionally answered with the pithy response of: ” Who called the cunt a cook?”. The first time that I encountered that profane but apposite riddle was whilst making a television commercial for Nescafe in Athens in 1971APC (Ante Political Correctness) … Continue reading
Early days for early walks..
Early morning walks with my camera are back in my routine. That is to say that I have done it once this summer. Being as it is only the second day of summer this unique outing still rejoices in the title of … Continue reading