Each of these pictures stirs my heart: some because I know the story, some because of the light and shade, shape and forms that presented themselves at that moment. Andrew Lack

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Looking closely

Staring so closely you can't see the wood for the... the other wood.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Read me, I'm an open book


A stone book open at the page that explains what it is like to be a walkway by the Thames. 

THIS ONE!

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Refinement that rejects industrial perfection

Each thing matters. The blueness of the rim, but the tea is served against white glaze. Rather than trying to smooth and hide the wood the grain is emphasised and celebrated.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Can you see the sun?

In what should be uninteresting broken concrete there is a pool of dark tannin stained water, the interplay of the steel bar and the twig... and to make it perfect, the sun buried deep in the pool of water.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Composed

The daughter of school principal I visited in Harare, Zimbabwe. In the instant of posing she quietly composed herself, but still radiated the grace and kindness of her daily life.

Sunday, May 1, 2011