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It All Comes Back To Me Now

It All Comes Back To Me Now

It All Comes Back To Me Now Winter of 1968, a cold dry day.   Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on...
Motel Swimming

Motel Swimming

Motel Swimming Pools A First DipA collage to memorialise the road trip and the motel swimming pool no parent would ever let you near. Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new...
Someone Talked!

Someone Talked!

Someone Talked!A faded sign board painting of government propoganda and a girl watching a man drown while thinking of icecream.The ghost signs that you sometimes see on the sides of old brick buildings or barns or any surface along the sides of railway tracks are...
Winter Stares back

Winter Stares back

Winter Stares Back Through The Bars A fanciful take on the grip of winter, a bit of gothic for the seasons. Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on...
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