A fish and a loaf....

I imagined my death this morning: In a car crash or by a bullet. I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while. Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government, of how expensive life is nowadays, And I felt better, a little bit good. I meant to tell you that I am really ill. As if without skin, hurt by the air around, wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams. An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head and doesn't leve me alone. Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can. [Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]

Continuing to follow the rules of Dynamic Symmetry...

As the title says: an unkindness of ravens. I believe English is the only language which has an adjective for a group or gathering of birds, animals, fish...

An image I had taken a few years back and didn't know what to do with it. Time has shown me how to develop...

Under the canopy of single trees...

Views from Greenwich Park in monochrome

A handful of berries, some dried leaves and a vase: Autumn is here...

A welcome shade in a hot July, Kent...