
from below and above


from below and above


Another morning I woke up, noticed the light through the blinds falling on the door, glass table top and iPad and ran for my camera with macro lens attached.




I love the shadows on the wall with bright sunlight slanting through the Venetian blinds.





Some more pattern abstraction from 2006.





What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water….
The Waste Land, T S Eliot




Looking through a car’s sun roof on a miserable, dark, cold, rainy day.

Alternately, in black and white:

Once again, I’m struck by the architecture, the geometry, and the use (or absence) of colour in contemporary museums, almost more than by the photography I went to see.
















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