Something New in my Life

Meet Maddy

She arrives in three weeks and I think she is going to turn life upside down 

It's only a game!!

Young boys post match downer after London Irish lost to Leicester Tigers 32 - 41......... but it was a fantastic match end to end all the way

Some Times

Some time you just need to throw away the camera pick up pencil and just sketch. It helps to focus the eye sharpen the minds eye and restart the heart!!

Drawings taken from my winter sketch book Wales

New collection on RedBubble

Time To Get Out

I thinks its time to get out again, to long stuck in front of the monitors

Head for the Hills

I seem to have this strong desire to head for the hills again and get lost for a while!!

A Little New work

Series "Cold Seats"

Put a few images up on RedBubble tonight, haven't been active on there for a long time.......shame on me!

Finding it hard at the moment to get any of my own images out there. I seem to be spending most of my time editing film........ still you've got to take it when you can.

Springs on the way!!

Love Friendship

Love and friendship should transcend all bounds with no time limits.

Railway Station

Standing watching the crowds flow like waves as the trains came in and out there seemed to be a manic rhythm, moments of total peace then the rush. Pushing and pulling of arms and legs, people falling over each other. Then stop peace again.

It also made me think about destination, all these people going somewhere.

Standing watching the crowds flow like waves as the trains came in and out there seemed to be a manic rhythm, moments of total peace then the rush. Pushing and pulling of arms and legs, people falling over each other. Then stop peace again.

It also made me think about destination, all these people going somewhere.

A small poem by Archibald Lampman

The Railway Station

The darkness brings no quiet here, the light

No waking: ever on my blinded brain

The flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain,

The engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite:

I see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight,

Faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain:

I see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great train

Move labouring out into the bourneless night.

So many souls within its dim recesses,

So many bright, so many mournful eyes:

Mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses;

What threads of life, what hidden histories,

What sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses,

What unknown thoughts, what various agonies!

It sounds a bit depressing but the light was fading, it seemed quite apt.

Snowy Gargoyle

Snowy Gargoyle with a cold ear.

I think I brought the snow home with me from Helsinki except there it was -20....... here a warm -8.
Time for some brandy I think!!!