Easter Sunday morning skulking in the woods, and I came across the remains of a haphazard campsite / drug den. A thin plastic sheet erected from a few branches, blowing in the wind, put me in mind of a certain M R James bedsheet ghost: "... at once the spectator realised, with some horror and some relief, that it must be blind, for it seemed to feel about it with its muffled arms in a groping and random fashion..."
Monday, 28 March 2016
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
Monday, 14 March 2016
Having a play around with colour for the first time in what seems like a while. Walking the quieter spots of Coltishall, just outside of Norwich.