Something different today. A dark still life dissection of mother nature. Click images & arrow keys to navigate. I’m becoming more interested in using visuals to say something. To give them a voice. Its almost like I can capture the likeness of someone for others to treasure in a portrait, or manufacture a scene to…
Last year I wrote about how visiting The Church of Holy Rude in Stirling was surprising. While the car was being serviced I spent an hour wandering around the outside of the church. I have no fasciation for graveyards, but the textures and symbolism was so strong (as were the snowdrops) my iphone was deployed.
It was a beautiful autumn day, sun still warming, leaves falling and Poppy (my trusty hound) was itching for a dook in the stream.