Streets named after great British poets. A cynical attempt at urban aggrandisement or an optimistic view for self improvement? You decide.
A walk around central London following in the footsteps of English occultist, ceremonial magician, poet, painter, novelist, and mountaineer Aleister Crowley. Be careful where you step, you wouldn't want to trip now would you?
Fault_ Random stills taken to try and diagnose a fault on a television during the 1975 espionage thriller "Three Days of the Condor" The photographs become divorced from the subject matter serving a more prosaic purpose.
Our streets are adorned with estate agents signs. Rather than them serving no useful purpose whatsoever I've decided to turn them into abstract art.
Detritus coughed up onto the coastline of Wales between Harlech and Criccieth. These sea worn items have a certain beauty to them despite being a very obvious sign of our ever present pollution of the environment.