There was a time when I considered October to be my favourite month, all about Romantic melancholy, the excitement of the nights drawing in in the city streets, lamplight, and the evening world of other lives suspended in golden rectangles, curtains not yet drawn – all that stuff that floats Kerouac's boat about the month – plus the football system bedding in, and the month contained the birthdays of a disproportionate number of my friends and relatives, not to mention me, so there were festivities and loot.
Nothing like that now, of course - the older I get, the more thrilled I am by the renewal of spring, rather than the slow, damp fade into autumn that October has become for me. But I still take pictures, so you still have to suffer
GuardianWhen I'm in my 'study' downstairs, and Ms Thang in hers on the first floor, Scrap takes up station on the half-landing, where he can check for all possible movements in the direction of the wonderful world of Out or possibly the kitchen cupboards wherein reside the Doggolumps of great delight
On the Waterfront
Winter Is Coming!
What the Well-Dressed Duck is Wearing this Autumn
Youth Gangs
Pelting DownJust in case my photos lead anyone into the delusion that the Sun Always Shines in Raygeworld, a sudden splash catches us in the open down by the jetty
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In timeless moments we live forever
You can't play a tune on an absolute
Negative Capability...when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact & reason”
