Historical Costuming for the Rest of Us.

The air is thick with natural vibrations. My body moves in rythym. I need to sleep so let yourself out just clean up your mess on your way. I can feel the air vibrate around you fingers. Oh! Equals one plus one. It all comesfrom a single pointand it all goesto a single point. Tiny white flowersfloat down to medrfitingfrom your tree of life. It is her shadow Her eye, her touch her voice. She, I am, is woman.

Documenting the impossible challenge of turning an enthusiastic snap-shotter into a photographer through a series of photographic projects. Learning to balance white and the temperature of colours. On November 4, 2012. On the farside of the Common to learn how to balance white or, as I discovered, for a science lesson in the temperature of colour. I had envisaged sitting on the pretty terrace at the back of the elegant hotel, Cannizaro House. Check! Doing well so far, c.