They Left Their Mark

We have an old saw that states “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight, red sky in the morning shepherd’s warning”. This certainly rang true today. Jackie had only a few minutes to photograph a rosy pink dawn. Afterwards there was barely a tinge left for Florence sculpture’s portrait. On this decidedly dank, dismal, day, Aaron,Continue reading “They Left Their Mark”

Tales From The Window Sills

During our honeymoon in March 1968, Jackie and I were intrigued by a deserted house in Ockley.¬†We wandered around inside and wondered if it were for sale, but decided we couldn’t afford it. It would, we thought, have been just our kind of project. Now, nearly half a century later, we find ourselves on aContinue reading “Tales From The Window Sills”