My Old Boots

These boots have been with me for over 14 years. They have been on my feet when I was an executive Chef, made a brief appearance on TV, been around most of Western Europe and seen my sons grow from babies to young men who then "borrowed" them to use as motorbike boots in the goldfields. Now as my sons have gotten older they have become the home of spiders and bugs but I can't bear to throw them away and every now and again I bang out the residents and slip them on to do a bit of gardening. They aren't comfortable or waterproof, but they are so much more than shoes, they are living history.

BamBoo

I love the earthiness of bamboo & its simple strength.

I love the smell of it when its dried, the sound it makes as the wind blows through a grove, the vivid colour and shape of its leaves and even the taste of its shoots.

I love that it brings back memories of teetering scaffolding in Denpasar, of dirt poor street vendors roasting corn on the streets of Kathmandhu and of trekking through rainforests holding my sons hands in Malaysia while torrential rains swelled the streams to torrents..

Here's to you bamboo..

Low light cat

First experiments using an adaptor with my very old Osawa mkII lens zoom lens (30 yr old) attached to a Canon 5D