A reconstruction of the fort and its cause-way, as the tide comes in...

Continuing with trying to reduce the gap between traditional photography and traditional painting...

As I went by the Royal Academy, the light in the courtyard caught my eye and the street light in front of St Martins on the Lane...

Another still life...

Walking on the White Cliffs of Dover, looking towards France... The clouds and the Chanel

An afternoon visit to St James' church in Piccadilly.

.... hallucinations that emerge when a notion is transformed entirely into images, showing a thought in its pre-conceptual, not yet comprehended state, before the synthesis sets in;... are they dreams, daydreams, reveries? Illusions, conceits, visions? These apparitions are said to be delusional, and yet they constitute the base, the abyss of every thought, every feeling. Marion Poschmann The pine Islands