Dear Jo…

I count the fingers on both hands; soon I’ll need some toes, Each is someone gone too young, cruel fucking cancer blows. Lights extinguished, curtains drawn on lives too sick to save, Brutal mortal dying breaths as death steals one …

SHE again…

Let’s face it, I’m a rubbish blogger – I’m much happier out with the camera, and that’s exactly as it should be. And it’s been a brilliant summer – some fabulous commissions and a really exciting new project in the …