ain't no devil at my back door

gone old school
quarry.

I sense winter's onset in the dark hills

studio.
alas now this summer's long gone - what remains but paint and paper.

somewhat obsessed by the land and more recently the quarries around my home. These great caries cutting into the landscape began as a source of lime & limestone for industry, agriculture and building at the end of the 18thc. and fell into decline during the 20thc.
Joy to an old mans' wanderings.

happy hour in the sanctuary, dreaming of far away places

Studio - congested - much like the inside of my head