An image added to my Pilgrim series.

Summer clouds and below the same setting...

A collection of a new on-going project: Still Life

Digging in forgotten folders...

Once again a small collection taken with the iPhone

Walking from the level crossing to Solley's ice cream parlour, the wheat field almos ready to harvest. Ripple is near Walmer and Deal, Kent.

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)]