I've always had a bit of a temper. Liable to get into a strop at a perceived injustice even before I knew what justice was. Which probably explains my earliest memory. If it is a memory that is. The ingredients are a window, a cot, a blanket, an enamel pail, a door, my parents and a poo. I'd just performed in my nappy and it was really very pleasant. Satisfying, warm, soft and good to have got rid of. I could see my mother at the bottom of my cot and about to change me only she didn't. My f…
One location, album created on November 23, 2016
These photos are taken from or close to a layby about ten minutes drive from where I live. I hope to keep coming back at different times and in different weathers.
In the garden, album created on August 29, 2015
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Haiku, album created on January 5, 2015
A new project for 2015.. Don't know if I'll keep going but it's nice to have something to focus one's attention on.
February 16, 2019After spending more than a year crawling around the house, holding onto furniture and doors, shopping online and endlessly reading about Brexit, I decided it was madness to be wearing hill-walking gear and began to buy ankle length skirts instead. I went for black because I love black and I felt gloomy and saw myself as one of those old Greek or Russian peasant women hobbling around on a stick. Granted I was using bright pink elbow crutches with red mules and hadn't got round to a headscarf bu…
April 14, 2017There are times when I just can't be bothered taking photographs. When commenting on other people's is just too much for me. When going to the shops or just going up or down stairs is more than I can face. When I was young and busy my idea of heaven was to recline on a sofa and read all day, every day. Well, they say be careful what you wish for. Here I am with exactly what I dreamed of and, like the old woman who lived in a vinegar bottle, I'm not happy. It's about ten years now since I develo…