Autumn is the most beautiful season, and not just because of it's rich palette. It's a time wrapped in the glamour of decay, but the air is fresher and crisper than summer, whispered warning of winter's chill. It is that poignant time when things begin to sleep, to die, to dream.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Are you one of those people who like to know someone suffered for their art? Well, someone did in this instance, though it wasn't me. The images were shot at first light on a cold October morning as we frantically tried to avoid the dog walkers of Dedham.
A more extensive set of these will appear on the website of my alter ego, James - they're a little bit too grown up for this blog.