Of me and lynkos
Who am I? A question I’ve been asking myself for most of my sentient life. Three threads hold it all together and they go by the name of “lynkos”…
Who am I? A question I’ve been asking myself for most of my sentient life. Three threads hold it all together and they go by the name of “lynkos”…
As Russian tanks roll out across Ukraine and pundits of every degree of expertise expound their theories on geopolitics past and present, I escape from the madness into the things I love most, such as photographing little brown moths in from the cold…
When creativity is at a low ebb, waiting for the spring sun to get the sap of inspiration flowing again.
A farewell homage to the town that’s been my (more-or-less) home for the last three years: urban sprawl, old village charm, mountain backdrop and an exhilarating mix of habitats and environments.