Past living life

Past living life

Bouquets of cut flowers make me sad.
It feels as though they’re holding on to life and beauty to the bitter end, whilst dying slowly.
But their fate is inevitable and they finish up – as we all do – frail and decaying and only a memory.

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Memory

Memory

Memories are hard to define. They’re fleeting reflections of things past, colored momentarily by things present.
When the memory of a time or place pops into my mind, it is usually as a combination of locations, experiences and feelings, and the recollection is often influenced by my present mood.
This image is part of a series I am working on presently, which aims to visually portray those fleeting moments of thought, impression and reminiscence.

Patience has its own

Patience has its own

After a day of cloud and rain, there seemed little hope of the day ending with an interesting sunset, but at the very last moment there appeared a break in the cloud…