While having breakfast I noticed this wall....

Have clouds... will travel! The constant changing Kent's landscapes, late afternoon after harvest...

One of the attraction of Doddington Place gardens is the cloud hedges, worth visiting!

Inevitably it is necessary to give a historical perspective of this yearly festival that takes place in the city of La Paz, Bolivia in the first week of June. The celebration transforms and stimulates the social life of La Paz every year, emanating from a particular way of understanding and living Andean Catholicism. The Parade begins with a procession through the western part of the city. This procession is central to the event, involving 40,000 devotees who dance and sing in an offering to the patron saint. The dance has a sacred significance for the sixty-nine fraternities involved, which are greeted in the streets in a euphoric atmosphere where the music of 7,000 musicians resonates. It is so owe inspiring that it is rightfully a UNESCO Wold Heritage event (Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity). The image venerated with dance and music is believed to have arrived in the city at the founding of the convent of the Mothers of the Sacred Conception on the 8th of December 1663,

Another iPhone image: Greenwich Park in monochrome

Part of my ongoing portraits: The Self

Autumn... Kent... A contribution to the panoply of autumnal photography.

I had published these collection of image of Call Lilies some time ago. Here they are once again....

For the whole of January Luminair Arts will be committing 80% of two floors of the Gallery to an 'Affordable Art Exhibition' I am presenting 6 photographs: a self portrait, one digital art and 4 still life. If you are visiting Tate Britain or are in the Pimlico/Victoria area, do pop in and visit Luminaire. The Gallery address is 7 Denbigh Street Pimlico, SW1V 2HF

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.