Birds on a roof
Waiting for a meal sat atop an aged roof.
The art of painting with light requires one to be present and aware. Shape and form reveal themselves in their interactions with a sea of waves travelling as fast as the universe allows.
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Waiting for a meal sat atop an aged roof.
The measure of a beach is proportional to the size of Charlie's grin. No pretentious arty prose. Just a happy pup enjoying life.
My favourite model poses on grass.
The dusty red coast line that traces the southern end of the British Isles.
The signs you encounter in the wild hint at so many stories.
Dawkins bifurcates the man-made from the rest.
A glowing lake hidden behind a sea of gold and brown.
With a zoom lens you can begin to make out the impressive colours and complex shapes that cover pigeons. What Central London does to them hints at the problems made concrete by our cities.
The colourful sensed by the winged.
Charlie all covered in dust.
Three sheep share a grassy moment.
A single sheep watches on as we drive past his home.
Dilapidated stone tower emerging from the trees.
A gnarled tree that's been on this earth longer than me. It almost looks like it's laughing at a joke I'm too tiny to appreciate.
A towering forest of trees.
A toy figurine attached to a fence, marked as Unnamed by Apple because the face has no associated name.