Where We Stand
Do we know or care where we stand, or only when we feel unsteady? Is it ever important, or just a trope?
Reflective writing, where the text intervweaves with the images, can draw us into a world view that ignores logic but seeks further truth.
The images speak as clearly as the words and lift the text to a different level of discourse.. . . Text & images in concert
Watching A Stranger Die
Written more than a quarter century ago about a scene from the generation before I was born. I think I witnessed things like this, but memory can be so unreliable . . .
The front of the Newsagency is lined with posters. The Mirror announces Darby Munro in Court, the Telegraph shouts Man Found Battered to Death, the Women's Weekly promises 3,000 Pounds in Prizes!. . . read the whole story
A Wintry Xmas
The bridge across the Maas, an immense river, soars through the grey sky with dark clouds scudding above and rain like hailstones whipping in under the hood of my coat. Big cargo barges and ocean liners ply the slate water. The Dutch, completely at home in this weather, walk and ride their bikes across the bridge, while I stagger trying to take just one memorable photo.
Before the Flood
This was before the modern game, and most of those rules don't apply any more. . . a boy's confused memory
Living in Leiden
In the green heart of Holland:
The city that made William the Silent. . . read the whole story