Shelter.

KT Tunstall got the words wrong.

Dartmoor, Dartmoor...

Dartmoor is a deliriously beautiful place. Superficially stark, dead, and bleak, but full of magic, treasures, and an overwhleming sense of place.

Polaroid Week Day 5 (and a bonus dragon).

White Goddess...

"The Night Mare is...the cruellest - ...her nests...are built of carefully chosen twigs, lined with white horse hair and the plumage of prophetic birds and littered with the jaw bones and entrails of poets..." Graves.

(words sent to me by my good pal automatik)

Roid Week. Day 2....

Check out the amazing polas in the Roid Week pool. Keep it instant.

If I had somewhere else to go...

This photo is old, but so is the sentiment.

Bodmin Moor. One day in July.

But it could have been any day.

Revisitation.

Looking back through old photos i've come to the conclusion I prefer them over the new.

The problem with evolution is you can rarely plan where you end up.

~~ As usual if you can click on the photo you'll be launched to Flickr.

Halo (chemical ears).

Sometimes old broken cameras are just too kind. They make things happen you could simply never dream of.
Like these chemical ears in the sky...

This was supposed to be about horses.

More snow please.

This picture is a lie. It hasn't snowed yet.

El encantador del caballo. Finale.

The horse charmer.

The horse charmer.