a book of days

Imagine on your deathbed you were able to see two films of your life: One showed highlights of what you

I am driving this road again today, off to the DO lectures in wales. And reminding myself of this (because

beyond delighted to have some of my impossible images from cornwall featured on the impossible blog. if you shoot with

red-crowned crane, leg and feather details – hokkaido, japan +++ the weekend that was it began with plans over wine & cheese

+ dinner with a friend and murder mystery on Thursday evening at a small theatre company near where we work + lunch

☙ the hermit We need to find forums in which we can delve deeper than the often facile exchanges over Twitter,

if you use a feed reader to check up on what’s happening in my life, you won’t have

friday night + the 10th anniversary of the flamenco festival in london is on and we go to see eva yerbabuena

There is no square mile of earth’s inhabitable surface that is not beautiful in its own way, if we

I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe