At the foot of Etna: textures and colours

Some monochrome structures...

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.

Continuing with my Still Life series...

Once again, no large cameras and only the iPhone. Sometimes one is not in a photographic mind space and one no longer has 'a vision'...

I saw these spring onions and had to do something about it.

The seasons in 4 instances...

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)]

Early spring, Walmer, Kent on the way to Martin Mill