The day was heavy with rain and storms,

I had stood by many a forgotten grave.

Weathered stones and crosses, faded wreaths,

the names overgrown, scarcely to be read.

From a song by Brahms, from a poem by Liliencron - "Auf dem Kirchhofe"

Cat, Porto shop keeper and Graffiti

Porto is a scruffy city, but not without its charms.

Alpine mountaineer and moon

Took this shot as we trudged up the slopes towards Auguille de Sialouze in the Massif des Ecrins, Southern French Alps. It was a very cold night and magical.

fly fisher, river Bulll, Canada

Fly-fishing for Cutt-throat trout. No- one within miles except my fishing partner and me. Slept out and dined on barbecue trout and a bottle of Chablis. Perfect.