Quite why I am in my garden at 04:20 In the morning photographing the moon Is a mystery to me and many like me Who abandon their beds without cause To capture the mysteries of her journey

As the full moon passed over the shimmering sea I could hear their empty hollow howls echoing Unseen in the silver shadows of the night     A full moon occurred over the coast of Kent on the night of the 30th January 2021

Against better advice I ventured onto the beach I soon regretted this as the ice rain was stinging my eyes And my exposed hands were raw red raw raw All this because I was searching for my grey granite   As I returned home I passed the drenched beach trees That only a few months […]

Like a small laser beam the winter sun vanished behind the grey storm clouds I was now alone on the beach sitting my makeshift tent My punishment was to count the waves for three days and three My crime was that I kissed the Rabbi’s beautiful daughter Whilst listening to Simon and Garfunkel and The […]

Not far from the main entrance of the Palace of the Popes a solitary musician played slow jazz under the hot Avignon sun My wife and I were sheltering under some trees and were enjoying a light lunch It felt that the day would never run its full course as the sun seemed stationary in […]

it is a little known fact that balconies play an integral part in our lives when vacationing balconies are used for sunbathing as an extension of the apartment a place for fucking after dark where else could you fuck with such a view at your fingertips a place for hangovers and strong coffee after late […]

When my father died he had requested that his ashes should be scattered under each of the benches in the town There were thirty-six benches But as I walked around with his urn in my arms I felt a pain as I found that the careless disposal of gum had marred many of these places […]

As I had time to kill I explored a lane above the town Apart from a number of farmhouses not much remained to suggest that this was a farming lane Which was once of a great importance to the town I found a seat at the fork of the lane and rested there for a […]

You hold the head of John the Baptist Between your bloodied thighs His death has stained your clothing You will for the taste his blood For the rest of your long life     Alice Williams (1934)

I visited a building site not far from the coastal road To photograph the construction of six identical houses As it was a Saturday I had expected the site to be closed But I found people there Yet they were not involved In the construction of the beautiful houses Instead they were shooting a short […]