Les gants rouges

A pissy day always has me reaching for the speedlights and whatever stuff C has left lying around. Thinking of Nick Cave for some reason.

At C's parents yesterday, I finally got around to setting up camera on tripod to capture C's dad's stream-of-consciousness reminiscences of old times around where they live. It's going to take ages to upload but I shall be interested in your feedback when I post a link. Could become a project..


Bench 508