Faith is sleeping
Lovers in the end
Whisper we’ll be ghosts again
*first (experimental) set of images made with Nikon F5 loaded with (very old) Ilford XP2 400 film, digitised with Nikon D850 and ES-2*
analogue ghosts
about Christmas…
about christmas
russian shell(s)
ukraine hell(s)
about christmas
freezing cold
forgotten old
about christmas
homeless (not) hopeless
clueless politician, regardless
about christmas
behind closed doors
lie (closed) minds
about christmas
how much, is enough
for you
for them
for us
let's talk... about christmas
exposed
spotted
spirit (me away)
not just for christmas
not the pandemic
do you feel lucky?
palmed off
face off
caged dreams
lack of intimacy
you looking at me?
where are all the little people?
no, on reflection
closed (for christmas)
*images made with Fujifilm X100F with fixed 23mm f/2 lens*
Under these skies…
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Images from a well travelled path, each season something different, and yet the song remains the same.
Under these cloud splattered big blue skies, in this place, there is plenty of time (and space) to think.
About what would make things right (because, they aren’t).
Images made with Nikon D850 with AF-S Nikon 14-24mm 1:2.8G ED lens.
macro meanderings
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in –
what more could he ask?
A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
*All images made with Nikon D700 (well hello again, old friend) and AF Micro Nikkor 105mm f/2.8 lens (an old, new friend)*
and yet, and yet…
tsuyu no yo wa
tsuyu no yo nagara
sari nagara
– Kobayashi Issa
*All images made with Nikon D850 and AF-S Nikkor 70-200mm 1:2.8E FL ED lens*
Micro Flora and some critters
be in love with your life, every detail of it
― Jack Kerouac
A series of images made in the garden with poor technique and a glass of wine (or two).
A tripod would have been advisable, but hey, sometimes it is what it is.
Also, some critters were involved, although none were harmed in the making of this post.
Mayday en Calvarassa de Arriba
Will you love me in December as you do in May? ― Jack Kerouac *Images made during a walk on 1 May from Valdelagua to Calvarassa de Arriba using …
Mayday en Calvarassa de Arriba
Isla de Soto
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more― Lord Byron
cool light
Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light
― John Milton, Paradise Lost
andy townend 