'Returning to La Paz' is an hommage to Javier Molina's birth place. After living in the USA for a number of years the Bolivian photographer returned to La Paz in the early 1970s. Living abroad gave him a perspective that allowed him to see the city with new eyes. All images with either Fujifilm, Kodak or Ilford film

Greenwich park in the late afternoon.

Continuing with my on going Still Life collections. These horse chestnuts were on my table but could get my head around how to go about photographing them. I decided to throw them away and add I was gathering them they seem to form a neat pile. Bingo!

At the edge of a dream...

It is what it is: an imaginary landscape with a foreground of dead flowers...

As I went by the Royal Academy, the light in the courtyard caught my eye and the street light in front of St Martins on the Lane...

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)]

While walking in Lulligstone, Kent

The representation of the god of the night: Tescatlipoca, the Knife of Obsidian. While listening to Lila Downs' " Mano Negra" from her 'Balas y Chocolate' album