Artistic treatment of an old photograph
I was just thinking back to the first photograph I ever sold. You might find it hard to believe but this is the one.
Continue reading “Fishing Boats at Ayr”I was just thinking back to the first photograph I ever sold. You might find it hard to believe but this is the one.
Continue reading “Fishing Boats at Ayr”I was frustrated early on, as I could see nothing at all new through my lens. Then the reds and oranges bled out to the west, leaving that deep blue velvet stretched over our heads with bright stars skinkling through. The frustration drained away, and I felt warm, consoled, and somehow safe.
Soon, those dark strangers were potential friends, and silent shadows hid no threat. My mind freed up to see in different light, as new colours blossomed in the night and lights became the nibs of pens.
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Through the glass beyond the trees;
Into the cave under the sea;
Out on the island, blown by the breeze;
Beyond tomorrow, what will you see?
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Just to get started — with an impression of Paisley Abbey. Taken on a Sunday when it wasn’t really open to the public (except for services) but access was granted anyway. We heard the organist warming up and then the tenor turned up in a checked shirt for his practice session.