ain't no devil at my back door

gone old school
quarry.

I sense winter's onset in the dark hills

I'm with you on that.
the trouble is there's a small mountain of stuff to go through - these days I feel like a small snail with a very heavy shell.
ah well, that's life!

studio.
alas now this summer's long gone - what remains but paint and paper.

hi Simon, good to hear from you, and to have a look at your Ebbw Vale material and excellent wordpress text. I've been meaning to drop you a note regarding it.
I worked with Steve at Hereford and admire him greatly as an author and person.

somewhat obsessed by the land and more recently the quarries around my home. These great caries cutting into the landscape began as a source of lime & limestone for industry, agriculture and building at the end of the 18thc. and fell into decline during the 20thc.
Joy to an old mans' wanderings.

happy hour in the sanctuary, dreaming of far away places

Studio - congested - much like the inside of my head