Every time Amy and I walk down Cowcliffe Hill Road we take a photograph. There is something about the scene, the shadows and light, and the shapes. This was taken this morning.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Sing, Sing, Sing
This is one of my photographs from my time helping out at Marsden Jazz Festival twenty years ago. Sometimes an image is enough - you don...
-
I've no idea who the child is or why the donkey seems to have lost its head, but that doesn't matter. It's just one of the pri... -
Y ou can spend too long sat inside reading old newspapers and cataloguing old postcards. There comes a time in the affairs of man when he s...
No comments:
Post a Comment