An oak leaf… descends… on a silver thread.
The curated beach huts of the English seaside – Felixstowe for the Continent, Frinton for the incontinent – are iconic. They hark back to childhoods perhaps more imagined than real. We see them as timeless, Everyman’s refuge, although their kitsch decor changes with the generations and their purchase prices now exceed the pocket of most.Continue reading “Alternative Icon”
Please see the home page for a new set of pictures and words, exploring contradictions and conflicting views of a borderland close to home.
I’ve just published a new page that you might like to have a look at. For now, it’s the homepage so just click here to find it. It’s a one-off series from an accidental installation created by the collision of dereliction and street art, and stumbled upon by chance.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Offley Green stretches away, flat wheat acreage reaching to Roe Green in one direction and in another to a distant wood and these houses of Friars Grange, with a moat behind. A handsome and sizeable cottage stands at another edge. A network of footpaths hatch the land, leading off to places withContinue reading “Offley Green”