Autumn is upon us...

Another to add to my ongoing portrayal of characters: The Pilgrim/prophet

A lost grave in the hills...

At the request of my brother who saw these objects on my wall...

After visiting Viktor Wynd's Museum of Curiosities.

The most pictures valley, we walked from Pelham to Lyminge. Not far but most rewarding views.

The 10th collection of Creative, imaginary scenes

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)]

It occurred to me, as an afterthought, to take a snapshot with an infrared filter of the already set table of strawberries. What seems apparent is the clear lines of the composition once colour had been removed as the image is transported to a different colour spectrum: the infrared.