short stories, comment, articles, humour and photography
From late May up until after the travelling fair has been and gone, round and about the first weekend of September, it very rarely rains in our part of Andalucia. This year the heavy rains didn’t sweep in till a week or so ago.
“To every cloud there’s a silver lining,” is the sort of thing boring old farts in pubs will tell you when it’s tipping down in Swampton Mirely and you haven’t brought a raincoat, so I won’t bother.
Instead, I’d like to point out that, typically Andalucian, to every cloud there’s a dazzling, multi-coloured lining trimmed with gold down here. Once the clouds start drifting back Conil de la Frontera is treated to some stunningly spectacular sunsets and sunrises throughout September and October. I tried to capture a few. And a miscellaneous selection of what I have always referred to as ‘other stuff’.
Daily Writings About The End Of Illusions
To write about my memories, past and present
An exploration into understanding the complexities of the Chemical Age, the Synthetic Chemical Revolution, and the toxins that impact us all
Singer / Songwriter / Writer / Outsider / Poet / Photos / Collecting Life's Strange Things ...and a Book For Sale
Une fois. Encore.
Public interest issues, policy, equality, human rights, social science, analysis
Hold your verve
More Coyotes than Wolves
My journey into sketching and drawing in and around Jimena de la Frontera, Andalucia