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Evening mass… Araceli Staircase, Rome. This man walked with the purpose of one who knows where he belongs. His black clothes suggest a priest on his way to evening mass. We each have our own purpose, story and history that grounds us. What version will you tell the world today?

Roaming in Spring

A week in Rome during early spring has much to recommend itself: I managed to escape both the poor weather at home and the tourist hordes that descend during the summer months. And, walking Rome’s seven hills whilst savouring the food & architecture left many great memories worth sharing.

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Details… Temple of Vesta, Rome A closeup study of the The temple of Vesta’s dome from Via de Fienili.

The brand story

Details… Temple of Vesta, Rome. A closeup study of the The temple of Vesta’s dome from Via de Fienili. Most business books advise wood be entrepreneurs that the proposed enterprise…

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Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe… I often get to a point when I am creating an image when it's not obvious what direction I should take developing it. Here we have…

The Floating City

I now have much more time to travel, craft fine images and develop my creative practise.

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Sketching at Trafalgar Square, London.

Streets of London

You just have to care about what’s around you and have a concern with humanity and the human comedy.

The song within…

Learn to listen to the song within you and to create under the spell of it.Robert Henri After days of rain the thought of sunshine, however frosty, drove me out…

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Lith study #1 - Winkworth Arboretum

Like rabbits…

Like many artist before me I have looked to our planet’s changing seasons for inspiration. "Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen."

The view from Bayon

Standing on Bayon's upper terrace I survey the magnificence of the surrounding Angkor Tom, literally "Great City", who's majestic temples appear to be falling to an invading forest. Over my left shoulder a 4 meter tall stone face's gaze is turned to the east, so that each morning the serene smile is bathed by the sun.

The alien in your backyard

I wake early to a glorious day and hastily pack my rucksack for a spot of birding at my old haunt, The Moat. I have not visited since a gender…

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Sun God

Along the Wey

A ramble along the River Wey

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