The leaf of clover and the Aloe Vera plant on my kitchen window sill...

Archangel Cassiel, the domain of solitude and tears...

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.

Starting a new section of Still Life projects...

Visiting Valencia at the beginning of the month found The City of Arts Sciences a voyage in time. Santiago Calatrava was in fact born in Valencia.

Aubergines, a humble Autumn vegetable/fruit, Chinese lanterns and a mauve vase....

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

Around Lullingstone, Kent

The self, fallen

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)]