– photographs and messages from inside the Sausurrean Bar –


Sunday, February 26th, 2017

Landscape Cloudshape

Tuesday, February 21st, 2017

The Funnel

Saturday, February 11th, 2017

Thinking, big and small

Wednesday, February 1st, 2017

Reader’s gotta read

Wednesday, January 25th, 2017

Paper Escarpment

“The escarpment, rising about sixty feet above the level of the sea, seemed cut down by the aid of a plumb-line.”

Victor Hugo, Toilers of the Sea

Tuesday, January 24th, 2017

Waiting for Spring

Wednesday, January 4th, 2017

Contemplating Florida Limes

Monday, January 2nd, 2017

Half a tower, twice

Sunday, January 1st, 2017

Seawards, Skyewards

And may your 2017 be awesome!

Friday, December 23rd, 2016

The Layer between Worlds

On the clearest of days, when the winds of the Aetherium were calm and peaceful, and the layers between worlds wore thin, the citizens of Galavar could sometimes glimpse the trees beneath the ground through the fragmenting earthsky.

Those were days to tread carefully, though – one ill-considered step and away they would float, to resurface miles, days, and sometimes lives away, naked, cold and shivering, hearts filled with wild and improbable tales, and eyes full of a terrible, haunting wonder.

Thursday, December 8th, 2016

Aonach Mor

Tuesday, November 29th, 2016

Work Sunrise

Saturday, November 26th, 2016

The Old Man of Storr

The Old Man of Storr

Sunday, November 20th, 2016

Tree and Fog and Munroe

Tree and Fog and Munroe tumble

Friday, November 11th, 2016

Like all my hills and clouds remembered

Like all my hills and clouds remembered