Photographs, stories, places and projects
The double decker nudges gracefully backwards through the hairpin tunnel. It’s the third time we have done this and I wonder how this works, do
It’s three stories tall with a basement. I didn’t pick it, I didn’t even pick the community it stands it. It was probably built forty
We are looking for something very specific. Many are faded, the patina of age and use while attractive, suggest worn engines, axles and tires. It’s
“Give me a boy at seven and I’ll give you a man at thirteen” Whomever you attribute this too, it suggests a lot about formative
Hearing rural Nebraska almost 1300 miles away on AM/MW using a home-brew AM receive loop antenna
I’ve protected them for almost five decades. A journey across Asia, a sojourn in London, a flight across the Atlantic, car and truck rides around
If glass were invented today it might play out like this. Niche interest followed by an inevitable pivot point leading to something akin to mass
The amber glow washed across everything. The white snow turned amber, the concrete building turned amber and even the snow flurries joined in this transformation.
January sunrise and sunset drive on Lofoten’s southern highway.
Once in a life time stunning views in Arctic Norway of a Cycle 25 enabled Aurora, the Northern Lights
Soon after year zero, it was simply a sideways V and pulsating underscore. Time passes and that very retro screen text is replaced by icons
Once upon a time I was paid to write software. It was momentous. I was being paid real money far in excess of what I