A spider wove a wonderful web beneath the garden table.
The sunrise this morning was almost as mystical as the moon and the sunset last week.
Men at work – Rottingdean, Hove Promenade, The Bluebell Railway.
The nurturing and nesting instinct.
Down to earth.
A woodland walk.
Graffiti near the Marina.
Recent sketches done at Evolution
Artifacts from here and there.
Birds following the food chain.
Is that the time?
Love your photos – an essay about Brighton (except that one in the left hand corner – how did that creep in?)
Now which one was that? Oh the miracle of editing. It was in fact a clock near Stanmer Park but gone and forgotten in the ‘rule of three’.
But then one of the sketches was my favourite metro in Paris, so Brighton can’t have it all it’s own way x