There has always been a part of me that relishes the knowledge that more than likely I was the only one out there on a road bike that day. Even now as the weekend downpour shows no sign of letting up part of me wants to be outside.
It was during a walk around my neighbourhood – I saw grandson and grandmother out with a kite.
Two portraits from India last year. The first is of a pilgrim at the Maha Kumbh Mela and the second
These wouldn’t have happened a few years ago. I would have known instantly that I’d messed up the exposure, deleted
How these photos happened. 1. Get given a bag full of cheap film that’s 13 years out of date. Share
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This and that from here and there. I’m trying hard not to think which is easier said than done.
