
‘Just Passing Through’
… this life: we are never totally gone, we never fully arrive, we are just passing through…

‘Just Passing Through’
… this life: we are never totally gone, we never fully arrive, we are just passing through…

‘Threats, Not Fear’
…threats may come, but fear cannot…

‘Canal Scene V’
…you know you want to, you know you oughta…flow free like frothing, white water…

‘Love Locks IV’
Following on from the previous three posts, the padlocks of conspicuous ardour continue to multiply.
Parisians, and visitors to Paris, clamp their metallic love tokens en masse to the fences on the stairs leading up to the grand cathedral of Montmartre.
It’s seemingly endless, as love is supposed is to be. I sort of wonder though how many of the locks have survived the relationships they signify!
Or I can take more positive view and just be glad of actual signs of love in a world that can always do with more love…

‘Love Locks III’
…whole lotta love!..

‘Love Locks II’
…prisoners of love, unite!..

‘Love Locks’
…chain it to a fence perhaps, but love will not be locked down…

‘Time Is Gold II’
…time’s ticking…

‘Time Is Gold’
…rich, or poor..?

‘Interconnections’
…everything to everything, in all time and space…

‘Ancient Door’
…i wonder what has gone on behind this closed door…

‘Sweet Enough!
…so very sweet of you to drop by Ebb Then Flood, thank you!..

‘Take Flight’
…en route to new places…

‘Traffic Signal Radiation Vibe’
…controlling what controls us…

‘Roots & Branches (Complications)
…sometimes i wonder why life is so complicated.
sometimes i wonder why i take the pictures i do.
sometimes i understand both those things…

‘Under The Wharf, Above The Waves (X)
…images of the underside of wharves are recurring favourites of mine. in my mind they are places of transition, neither totally in sky or sea. transition from one thing to another is not always easy…as the stark criss-cross lines and encrusted beams in this photo allude to. periods of transition are never our destination but need to happen sometimes in order to get where we mean to go…

‘Memory And Regret II’
… memories may fade with time, but nurtured regrets grow stronger…

‘Memory And Regret’
…we can’t help but remember, but there is no point in regret…

‘At The Radio Station V’
…if we could see radio waves, maybe they would look something like this, as in comic art. but i am content with the aural magic they bring across airspace…there is something about music, news, or whatever, coming to you from another physical place in real time that the internet doesn’t quite replicate and which leaves the visuals to our imaginations…

‘Bold’
…sometimes nature doesn’t do pastels, sometimes we need to be bold…