In my A to Z of the great great joys of life D is for Dancing in the kitchen. Tonight it was some New Orleans Jazz. Glass of red wine. Taking some black and white pictures of the rain on the window, street-lights, reflections – making supper and dancing in the kitchen. Put me inContinue reading “Dancing in the kitchen”
We had the unbelievable luck of spending the summer in the Spanish Pyrenees in the region of Aragon, and photography came flooding back into my life. I would nervously send photos to friends and family knowing that they might think I was a provocative pain in the backside for sending them a continuous stream ofContinue reading “The Road to Panticosa…”
I’ve heard that if you look after your passions you look after your soul. The other day I saw a black-and-white photograph of some telegraph poles disappearing into the mist, and I ached to go and take pictures like that again… So today I took my camera up to El Escorial, an hour from Madrid.Continue reading “Photography for the Soul”
This morning I went up to the mountains around El Escorial, and found this lightening-charred tree. It’s actually only about 8 feet tall. The branches to the left seem to threaten it with further strikes. Having been in and out of bed for a few days with some sort of virus, I knew thatContinue reading “Lightening and Space”
Where do I stop and the peaks begin? Where’s the separation, where’s the division? There is no separation, in a moment it’s gone. Where the peaks rise, I am there. They rise in me, and I rise in them.