[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 7 January 2024].
granny-pop-out-of-bed
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 17 November 2023].
This post isn't the first time I've shared a photograph of hedge bindweed for my series, a floral tribute. And I'm sure this won't be the last.
Despite being considered a noxious weed in the US and being able to overwhelm and pull down cultivated plants, including shrubs and small trees, and potentially toxic to humans and animals, I think the flowers are beautiful. I tend to photograph them in most places I find them.
In particular, because they're often found in the least beautiful places: by railway lines where people have tossed their trash, growing by or over derelict structures, in the overgrown perimeters of parks and other tended spaces (often alongside brambles and, in this case, stinging nettles).
Reading more about them, they seem like something out of a horror film: they can self-seed, and their seeds can remain viable for as long as 30 years. And whole plants can regrow from discarded roots. Apply those concepts to "dead" humans, and you have the storyline of many of my favourite horror films and novels.
old man's mustard
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 25 October 2023].
Once again, my photography introduces me to new things. I learn from it all the time.
I had difficulty deciding on a title for this post based on the various names for Achillea millefolium: yarrow or common yarrow.
According to Wikipedia, it has many evocative alternative names, including arrowroot, nose bleed, death flower, eerie, hundred leaved grass, knyghten, sanguinary, seven-year's love and snake's grass.
I settled on the one I spoke out loud and chuckled at as I read it.
Apparently, in Ireland and Great Britain, it was believed to be able to foretell your romantic future.
It appears ingesting it has positive and negative effects on humans and animals.
And, for a kid growing up in the 80s, I was amused that yarrow was used to make pick-up sticks. (Though, if I remember correctly, ours were brightly coloured plastic).
These particular specimens were obviously at the end of the season. I photographed them on 10 September 2020 in Pondwicks Meadow in Old Amersham.
uplifting angels
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 10 July 2023].
coronary
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 2 October 2022].
side by side in death
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 6 September 2022].
suffer little children
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 7 August 2022].
untitled #161
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 8 November 2021].
until the day break and the shadows flee away
untitled #79
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 14 August 2021].
please keep this gate closed
[I originally posted this entry as early access for my Patreon patrons on 8 July 2021].
Phewf! Feeling that strange, scattered, drained feeling at the moment. The one I get after I finally make it over the finish line of a project and my brain starts to zone out a bit.
I had a manic evening into the wee hours overnight. And again this morning until mid-afternoon, ensuring I got a client's design work finalised for their first conference, which is now taking place virtually as I type.
Between client work and my own photography/art/writing, I've already clocked up 36 hours since Saturday. And I have plenty of plans for more photo editing and other bits and pieces for the rest of today and tomorrow, including a call with a potential new client.
I also need to squeeze some cleaning in before a potential flatmate comes to view the flat on Saturday morning, but that can wait until tomorrow. This evening is all mine and will be full of photo editing, and likely some 'Vikings' when I run out of steam.
I took this photograph at the entrance to the field surrounding St Thomas a Becket Church in Fairfield, Kent, on Walland Marsh, part of Romney Marsh, in 2016.
I still have so many photographs of the church and the resident mowing team (sheep) still to edit and share with you from that little oasis.
But for now, it's back to editing photos of Londinium :)
merry christmas
[I originally posted this image as early access for my Patreon patrons on 8 December 2020].
a fight to the death
Day ninety-two of The 100 Day Project.
Illustrations:
Fighting men by an unknown artist from Les Bons Romans
facepalm (or... i can’t take any more of your conspiracy theory bullshit)
Day fifty-nine of The 100 Day Project.
Illustrations:
People in conversation by Édouard Toudouze from La maison du chat qui pelote
cheeky monk, he!
Day forty-three of The 100 Day Project.
Illustrations: