The best thing about having a pile of work to do is that it makes everything look so much more appealing. Like going to the Mandarin Oriental to goggle at enormous and fantastic Easter eggs, for example, created by no less than Spain’s best pastry chef, a man with an impossible-sounding name, Oriol Balaguer, who has a cookbook thicker than my ( Read more... )

How many people can you be in one lifetime?

To days of inspiration ( Read more... )

Note to self ( Read more... )

There is love, and then there is death.

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Because I am now (however temporarily) unemployed, I have been exhorted to get off my lazy **** and do something about all the pictures languishing in the depths of my various hard drives ( Read more... )

Pale solemn mornings, streaked inappropriately pink.

About midway up the hill I had one of those sudden perfect frame shots that sometimes just hit - an impeccable composition of streetlights over the empty lane of sleepy houses with the van in the final third bathed in fallen yellow flowers; dozens and dozens, each the size of your thumb.

Just excellent:

PRODUCT PLACEMENT ( Read more... )