The photos are old, taken between 1997 and 2002; the selection and arrangement is new. I’m looking for lines in form and feeling. There’s connection – a boy looks to a fortune teller and sees his future reflected back; and vulnerability – Bernie guards herself against the photographer and the other men. The sun is out, friends either shelter under trees or bask on beaches – they refuse or accept the light. – T. N.
I've walked out of two shops this week, and twice there's been a feather on the floor in the doorway. A white one on Thursday and a grey one
I'm at the wonderful @AdvTravFilmFest listening to James Greenwood's humane tales of long-riding... traversing the world on horseback.