Through the Porthole
This is a natural image I really like. There is no compositing at work here; just what the camera saw and what I saw, looking through the porthole . . .
She Rides the Waves
'And the moon which formerly shone / on the marbled midnight mile / suddenly just packed its bags / now shines from her bright smile' - Andy Partridge, from . . .
I was going to write something here about real friendship, real colleagues, real work, real beliefs, about how what we do trumps who we are (which is in a constant and . . .