Choosing the next image is easy. This is a shot that just appeared before me as I was travelling on the Narita Airport Express into Tokyo, last year. Having just
The sky is one of the first things that form in my recall. I question whether the sun was shining or is it my sentimental slant making it so. Perhaps.
A sunny morning here in Cork yesterday. Looking out my window I saw the little beads of dew sparkling in the sunlight. It looked beautiful. I grabbed the camera, switched
Close my eyes; not tight shut, but closed. I see it. It loses weight, deflates. Crisp, not sharp. This gift. Desperation. Hours like this. Trust. Soon I can let them