A major landmark where I live is Kelston Roundhill, a circular patch of trees at the very top of the highest hill for miles around. When driving from the west, it’s the first sight of home, even if we can’t see it from home.
Anyway, me and Roddy walked up there this bright February morning. At the top, you can see Bristol sprawling to the west, Somerset blanketing the south, Bath nestled into the valley in the east.
Smoke by the water
There’s far too much going on in this winter photo of the Avon river.
Roddy in Scotland
Roddy standing in a Scottish forest.
Late summer
Sun on green leaves, just before the fall.
Wells
Wells on a wet September night.
Mono
I struggle with the idea of taking black and white photographs, and yet I love them.