short stories, comment, articles, humour and photography
By the end of July the field of sunflowers near our home had dried to sooty stalks bearing blackened faces. I have recorded their progress since May. The last day of the month the reaper came. Thought I’d let the rest of July speak for itself through a selection of the images I recorded. Click on any picture to see a larger version.
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