adetorrent; photography, lifestyle.

Absolutely pouring down all day today.  True British weather we're having.

Sometimes I get a roll back from the lab, and I just spend the first 15 minutes laughing.  Technical errors, over exposure, framing mistakes and what have you.  This hobby is 50% comedy I tell you.

Westgate, Canterbury.  To the left there once was a kebab shop that housed the world's most acidic chilli sauce.  True story!

My obsession with trees deepens every day.  Particularly fascinated am I by the juxtaposition of trees and old architecture.  I spend long moments just starring at stuff like this.  Fortunately enough, there is a cafe opposite this exquisite view that let me appear less insane.

I saw a black cat in an alley .  It posed gracefully for a portrait.  It then attacked me like I was an unwanted paparazzo.   Cats.  So capricious.  

You see a lot of street art and artists in Shoreditch and Hackney.  If you're in the area a lot like I am, you can become a bit jaded by it all.  You start to perceive some really awesome street art as just the ambience of the place - unfortunate, this. Until, that is, you are abruptly interrupted by something truly spectacular.  Such is this magnificent piece by Roger Molloy .  This is a print of one million one dollar signs ($) which is more remarkable than it seems when you consider it is an analogue print!  That is, it was printed in the dark room and not on an inkjet printer. I'm honoured to believe this was the first analogue shot of this work, as commented by Roger himself, after I uttered ' dude! how expensive was this to make? '.   Watch Roger's video   

This is me this morning.

There, we said it.

To the delight of photographers the nation over, daylight has hit the 5.30 pm mark.  This means  lower ISO photos.  Oh joy!

Emerging from the cloudy uncertainty of yesterday, today I've got the tunnel vision of an eagle, with my goal sharply in focus.

This sums up today perfectly.  Bit moody, with scattered thoughts.  Occasional rays of light and bursts of inspiration shrouded by shadows of things left unsaid and undone. 

Sometimes other things in life take over, and art fades.  It fades, but is always there, enduring forever.

I love almost everything Italian.  I especially love Italian street food you can ironically eat indoors.

And here we are, it's the following day and the storm has subsided into a jovial wind while the clouds periodically part to let in glorious rays.

So it's Valentine's day.  It's red everywhere, there is a mad rush to grab red flowers (now of any kind) before they all sell out, and the weather is terrible.  Sort of a red rush hour. Perfect excuse to stay indoors eh?

Here surrounded by beautiful trees is the Natural History Museum.  If memory serves me well, this is where I got my first ever job as a student.  It was something menial, manual and paid minimum wage.  Happy days.

It was a foggy day, it was a sunny day

This is me, getting up close and personal with Tower Bridge.  

That paradox at the corner of Brick Lane and Bethnal Green Road is no more, for it has been replaced by a pub.

So it's been a week now since the good dentist dug into my molar with his tool of torture, and the wound is well on its way to being totally healed. Conveniently enough, on the day, the sun was shinning gloriously over our ancient city - and I had an hour to burn before the appointment. Even more conveniently enough, I happened to be wielding my Soviet shooter in one hand. It was good times, that day. And my dentist, he's good people. And Kensington, that exquisite haven of incredible architecture, is good places. Every time I return to that part of town, I'm a tourist all over again. Ever looking up at the buildings and structures like I'm seeing them for the very first time.

It has been a mild winter so far in northern Europe.  As the Winter Olympics kick off in Russia, word is we are gearing up for a major blast of cold weather.  Honestly, I'm actually looking forward to some snow, should we be so lucky.  

Now hear this!  The Winter Olympics kick off in Sochi today. I am showing my full support for the Jamaican bobsleigh team ! And so will the good folk at the Jamaican High Commission in London. Fi real man, fi real!

The sweet caribbean steel band sound fills the air while a street magician sits on thin air.  Just another day in Kensington.

Mystery of the Shoreditch shoe hangers resoundingly solved once and for all.  Or is it?

Words can't describe how good this little dessert was, and neither can I.

Dental pain ruins a day like a massive light leak ruins a perfect picture.  It's paradise interrupted.

As the sun comes out to play in London town, Lord Horatio Nelson stands magnificently on his column. 

So I finally started writing my book after much procrastination.  I have to say, I'm loving it.  I've always been nocturnal, me, but society has forced me into the daylight over the years.  I found myself pleasurably working deep into the night such that I had to actively instruct myself to go to bed.  Were it not for the dentist appointment in the morning, I may well have stayed up all night like the good old days.  And yes, that's a blue yeti .