The Cat Sat

The Cat Sat

Spring is sprung in the garden. The occasional night drops below zero and we have the occasional frost but the daffodils are out, crocuses abound and everything is popping into bud. The right time to start a new piece of work and do a bit of a spring clean to the...
Chicago Style

Chicago Style

In 1871 Chicago had its fire. Mrs O’Leary’s cow kicked over a lantern in the barn. The city was built of timber – not just houses but boardwalks, road blocks, fences – and with the weather tinder dry, four square miles went up in flames as the...
Sunset Colour Cliché Conundrums

Sunset Colour Cliché Conundrums

It has become such a global cliché. Around the world photographs by the thousand capture the glory of earth’s sunsets. I’m no exception to the happy snapper brigade, even though in Seaford the celebrations of this daily event tend to be moderated by cloud, rain, mist...
A Riot of Colour

A Riot of Colour

Seaford continually delights and inspires. I have a walk to get bread, newspaper etc. that takes me up the cliffs and down again along the beach. In December last year I took a series of snapshots of the setting sun, glorying in the outrageous colours (making the...