
This is my bedside table lamp, fed through a kaleidoscope app and then ‘shopped. Called it Blue Volts, because it looks a bit electrical. Continue reading
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More fun with iPhone and Photoshop
English Summer
Click on any of these pictures to see them full size.
Cheshire Plains Again.

It’s nearly-not-quite summer! I’m a bit late with the window boxes, but I finally got to go to the garden centres of sunny Cheshire. I can’t pronounce the name of these ones, so we’ll call them ‘Yellow Flowers.’ No good at latin. Continue reading
Photo Art
I took these pictures on my iPhone, which doesn’t have the best camera in the world, and then altered them with the Photoshop app. As you can see, you can cheat and make a very ordinary picture look like you didn’t take it yourself.

Issey Miyake cologne bottle

Manchester Business District, Spinningfields.

Seed Pod
You might have noticed that my overall style is quite…bright. That’s because I’m partially colourblind, and so pastel shades are out. Sorry about that. You might need sunglasses to view these pages. Meanwhile, here’s some subtelty.

Sparky sleeping, as always

Daisies in my window box
Over the Edge
This is Sparky’s final resting place, up on Alderley Edge, near The Wizard’s Well, sprinkled liberally on a warm spring day. It felt quite liberating in a way. Rounded things off with ice cream and a bit of mountaineering. Sparky was my loyal ginger rescue cat who passed away shortly before Christmas 2010. Incidently, Alderley Edge is traditionally the heart of English folklore, and legend has it that Merlin the Wizard lived here, destined for greatness after King Arthur rode through the Edge on horseback, and the rest is history. There is actually a natural spring, gushing from a carving of Merlin’s face, hidden deep in the hillside. I thought this was a fitting grave for such a legendary cat.

There’s not much of his face left, but you could be looking at the ancient Magus of pagan Britain…
It was a beautiful day- a real break from the city. There were Porsches in the car park and proper elocution coming through the trees. Someone called Helena, who only lasted three years with the flute glided past with a giant poodle… that kind of affair.
Sparky lasted seven wonderful years with me. Now I have a place I can visit, without having to worry about anyone building a conservatory over him. As an update, although the ferns have grown around him, you can still see his ashes on the ground. He finally got to be an outdoor cat.

The Piglet. Possibly singing, more likely running a food cartel in the kitchen. Rest in peace X
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