By The Old Burned Tree

“Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall; But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-leith” Lord Alfred Tennyson...

Bad Weather

Written by: Martina Egli Towards the end of last week I decided on impulse to take a trip to Scotland and try and grab some images. As I left London from Kings Cross, the sun was shining and the weather seemed pretty good for photography… little did I know! As...

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