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5.30.2004 |



An electricity pylon near Huntingtower, Perthshire.

5.29.2004 |



Crops blowing in an East Lothian field.

5.28.2004 |



Friends. 10 years and out.

5.27.2004 |



The Forth Road Bridge on a glorious Thursday afternoon.

5.26.2004 |



Evening skies over the Firth of Forth, East Lothian.

5.25.2004 |



Beach life East Lothian style. Leonardo you suck!

5.23.2004 |



One man and his bovine, Denbighshire, North Wales.

5.22.2004 |



An Eggleston wake-up in a North Wales B&B.

5.21.2004 |



The antidote to London.

5.19.2004 |



Another steamy day ends in Southwest London.

5.16.2004 |



Helen raku fires her latest work on a glorious Sunday morning.

5.15.2004 |



A particularly vibrant poppy in my Mum's garden. Tonbridge, Kent.

5.14.2004 |



Mary the cat makes a break for the kitchen.

5.13.2004 |



Local 'artwork' on the 22:52 London Victoria to Streatham Hill. Unless South Central implement scratch-resistant glass pretty soon, travelling on their trains will be akin to travelling in the toilet compartment, with the added stench of fried chicken and vomit. A most sumptuous way to end an evening.

5.11.2004 |



A grey start to an otherwise pleasant day in London's Canary Wharf.

5.10.2004 |



Another Friedlander moment at Streatham Hill Station.

5.09.2004 |



Head to Head is an exhibition of over forty heads from the Tate Collection. Although wonderfully symmetric, I felt that the Turbine Hall's previous exhibition (Eliasson's The Weather Project) was far more impressive.

5.07.2004 |



Seven years. Tonbridge Cemetery, Kent.

5.06.2004 |



A slightly strange hue in the sky this afternoon as viewed from Blackfriars Station.

5.05.2004 |



Morning deliveries in Temple Bar, Dublin.

5.04.2004 |



The Ha'penny Bridge on a damp Dublin evening.

5.03.2004 |



The first of a few.....

Temple Bar, Dublin

5.02.2004 |



A snail picks its way across our path this evening. Despite the forecast, the weather has been superb, much like Bank Holiday Sunday 2003.

5.01.2004 |



Early May is always a very yellow time in Kent. The Rapeseed fields brighten up even the dullest of days. St. Margaret's Church, a Norman construction from the 12th Century is a focal point for anyone traveling through Barming on their way to Maidstone.