It must say something about my psyche that I’m drawn to capture images that denote solitude. I have a vast collection of lone trees, lone chairs, lone houses on a hill, lone bugs, lone birds in the sky, lone weeds in the park… you name it. Not to mention sweeping vistas in desolate locations without a soul to be seen. I can’t say I feel particularly lonely any more than the next person, so I don’t know what this says about me!
A crane fly at Falmouth Harbour, trapped on the wrong side of the glass. Perhaps a bit ridiculous?
Les Arcs, France. The world is a big place.
Sometimes too big.