These new postboxes in the UK remind me of conjoined twins. I don't undertand but they appear to be two seperate postboxes joined together. And beware if you put your letter in the wrong box ! It might not get to its destination at all !
If you're having a bad day or just need cheering up then here is a flower, preserved in ice, sent from me to you. The daffodils are at their best at the moment. The ice respresents how cold it has been in the UK since Easter.
If youre having a difficult day then here is a bunch of flowers to cheer you up
It is 12 months since the UK Government announced a national lockdown including shutting all pubs. I hope these guys haven't been in here that long.
Even idiots are allowed opinions. These days are difficult for us street photographers. There's nobody about. Well, thats technically not true, there are a few, but with most people observing lockdown measures it does make the art somewhat difficult. Never mind. So with layered clothing and gloves i had a walk around New Brighton today … Continue reading Street photography in deserted streets on lockdown day 330.
Its normal to go to the shops. Even in a pandemic we take shopping for granted. We can buy whatever we like. We are spoiled for choice. Apart from face coverings nothing is different. We take these places for granted. But do we stop and consider the people, the heroes, who have given us this … Continue reading Thank you for your normality
A new month and onwards towards a new hope we march. But not before winter has finished with us. Today offered rare blue skies despite the biting cold. Long dark shadows. Perfect conditions for some gothic images. “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” Bram Stoker
"We live alone, together, seperated from what we know, what we knew. Consciousness is our prison guarded by fear. Each day a repeat of the one before until darkness promises an end. Don't look at the light, don't follow the song. Stay in the dark. Its what they want." This is called "Insanity 8". Part … Continue reading Insanity and Incarceration
Will it ever end ?
She waits, under the glow of every full moon. lillies long since useful. Waiting. The desire for her long dead lover suffocating every last breath within. Through seasons changes and ages past she still returns. Always under the full moon. Always at midnight. Only to fade as smoke into the cold darkness. A whisper on … Continue reading The Midnight Mourner