It was an image that was in the back of my mind and of course, the origin of that deep seated memory is Edward Weston's obsession with textures

Part of my ongoing portraits: The Self

The eyes have it!

The prominent rock outcrop known as the Devil’s Molar (3825m) is actually an extinct volcanic plug that rises between the Río Choqueyapu and the suburban sprawl of La Paz's Pedregal and Calacoto. Worth trekking the few hours up from Calacoto or Zona Sur, a constant climb that seems endless. The reward is the views as you return to La Paz

Caught by the colour and the moths...

The White Cliffs of Dover before the storm...

Inspired by Philippe Otto Runge.

Hoping for a rainy day to photograph the reflection of the building on the dark cobblestones of More London Riverside Walk, a short passage between London Bridge station, the river Thames and Tower Bridge...

From Cormac McCarthy's "Border Trilogy, The Crossing" ...yet more dark and darkening still where it ran on to the east and where there was no sun and there was no dawn and when he looked again toward the north the light was drawing away faster and that noon which he'd woke was now become an alien dusk and now an alien dark and the birds that flew had lighted and all had hushed once again in the bracken by the road.

The angels' rest...