Often I point my camera at the sky and my finger finds its way to the shutter. Time and again I am greeted with a photograph that immediately falls victim to the delete button, but once in a while a little…
Crack.
Thank goodness for that little moment on a Friday afternoon when you realise there are two days of bliss ahead. Here’s a few seconds of literary escapism in celebration… The Hemingway Day. Crack. The cracks echoed, fracturing. He froze. Thank you to The…
26.2
Day 14 of photography101… “Swarm”. 26.2 The asphalt rolled under every stride, a convey belt of monotony if it wasn’t for the reason he took each footstep.
The Great.
Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude. The Great. From here, the world was silent.
The Great.
Day Five of photography101 and the theme is solitude. The Great. From here, the world was silent.
