Liverpool in B & W

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)]

An Andean city - part 2

Continuing with my Portraits project: The Self 4

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

But, what's it about?

I have been collecting these lilies on my sitting room floor... If only I could keep it as a sculpture! The title comes from Tennessee Williams' "Street Car Named Desire"

Revisiting the light of these images, high altitude lakes

A collection of imaginary scenes

If you have viewed my previous black and white collection, the path along Sun Island, these are the views I saw...