Missing

significant others

Nothing sums up the lack of someone like an empty chair.  I took these pictures on the day someone left to go home, a home so far away that it mean I was unlikely to see them again except for the occasional skype chat. I went to the darkroom that day feeling a bit sad because of all the leaving stuff and the chair had been bothering me for a while.  Bothering me because it looks like throne. I like the idea of an empty throne. Nobody really deserves to be a king or queen.  But we somehow reach a …

Boozers

The other day I was walking somewhere in the evening and it was quite chilly and I went past a pub just as someone left. Out side the pub was a man smoking and the smell of the warm pub combined with the smell of the cigarette made me go all wavy lines and nostalgic. I love pubs. My auntie Jean had a mini one in her hotel in the 1970s.  It was more a cupboard with a hatch, a short bar and a line of optics behind.  There was a till and those Big D nuts on a cardboard …