You got to love yourself is the title I gave to this photograph which looking back at February is my preferred from that month. I took it on a cold
– Coincidence is a dance that needs music. – Huh? What is that supposed to mean? I don’t get it. – Look at this way, right. This world is chaotic,
The bed unmade and the window shut the tap drips time to the dancing dust in the slow sunlight and waits with the fridge unlit til i return
I love London. I lived there in the late eighties in Brixton, a part of London which then was a little run down, impoverished and home to many fellow immigrants,
A recent iPhone photograph
We sat in the car, neither of us driving, each sat at our own window. The rain and its drops ran on mine and through yours the wind it whistled
The bed had one plump pillow and another that felt sad. The duvet had a half that lay there flat.The room welcomed me alone and never heard me laugh.
Where I come from waiting for the green man to appear before you decide to cross the road just does not happen. It is not uncommon to see mothers push