± Hnnng

I have a “thing” for photographing bulbs in black and white – let’s call it a fetish and move on. Especially those with large filaments, or oversized globes, or squirrel-cages. So you can image, even if you don’t want to, what happened in my pants when I found this shop in the amongst the Christmas stalls along the South Bank, in London. Hnnng.



± Wrack

It was early when I arrived at the beach; and bitterly cold.

The tide had receded and the corrugated sands seemed vast. It was the day after the rains and the floods and the high tides. The angry sea had stormed up the beach to clash with the raging river upon the sands. In their retreat they left collateral damage strewn across the wrack line.

© 2015 Ceri Lewis