at the big roundabout between wandsworth station and wandsworth bridge

 

the streets of battersea are paved with gold

dream on ...

the night after photographing the thelma and louise billboard in seedy riverside fulham, i dreamed i threw myself over the white cliffs of dover, falling endlessly with eyes tight shut so as not to see the imminent point of destruction

with neither impact nor pain, the scene dissolved to the ante-room of heaven, more like the arrivals hall at PHX, where i found myself waiting in line for saint peter's approval, wearing a big grin and standing next to susan sarandon

inexplicable club exterior in brighton

 

brighton pavilion and profligate patron

 

go! go! go! but stay away from the edge

 

thames tugs and barges working at wandsworth

 

false perspective at battersea power station

 

i've been rooting through some glue-stained scrapbooks ...

 

... and found this marvel torn from the pages of MAD ...

 

... but who was the wonderful artist ?

 

oh ! why did i only keep this one ?

 

pontypridd junction, once the place where millions of tons of coal passed on their way from the taff and rhondda valleys to the port of cardiff

rain sodden slates at carmarthen

 

anomalous roadside carving at llangyndeyrn

 

kidwelly castle

tailor of taste in abergavenny

 

dead tree wrapped in day-glo fabric near tal-y-bont

sundial at saint ishmael's

 

saint ishmael's church near ferryside

 

steve ferguson, wood turner, with owl perches

 

mavis ferguson-butler, still full of life at ninety, contemplates wales

 

cockle boats at ferryside

 

cockle pickers ravaging the sands at ferryside

 

the llanelly weathercock

 

the church at llanelly, above gilwern, stands in the magnificent remains of a great circle of ancient yews