Following on from my previous post on ‘broken doors’ here are some pretty doors! Not far from the market in Funchal, that sells the fruit anona that tastes of apple custard and bananas that taste of pineapple, are the narrow … Read More
Since I started taking photographs and starting to notice things I never observed before I have been fascinated by doors! Not any old doors, but those that have either character or a sense of abandonment, broken, neglected, doors that lead … Read More
From the pretty Italian village of Orta on the lake of the same name, Isola San Guilio lies offshore, a jewelled forest of holy convent buildings lying it the shimmering blue cloak that reflects the heavenly blue above. Like most … Read More
Dwelling is an interesting word. As opposed to ‘living somewhere’, it seems to take on a greater connotation – that you live with someone, as a family member or in close friendship. There is no sense of aloneness, because a … Read More