Photos to a

daughter ... It goes without saying those who enjoy where not here,

but from afar with my what I am up to and if ever my string of words make sense ... The photos from time in past and present... the catch up in time too ... The coves, creeks, wrecks, boats, harbours, quays, caves, cuttings, woods and trails ...  Estuaries, tributaries, brooks and ocean, sand, and bog, ditches and springs and falls not seem in the seen ... Birds, flowers wild or not ... Ponds, lakes and the Mersey ... North south east and West in recovery of time out,  in afar, all a quiver ... 

My captures of a world in recovery ... silent and potent in my minds eye ...

The sounds captured too in birdsong, wind and bells ... 

The Chimes of a country church which too portrays in a media film for an exam of daughters ... The antics of a film in Cornwall and one in Kent where I portray a dark character ... 

I do not utter a word ... I am a mime artiste ... a sinister character in spooky ... filming in various light and atmosphere... 

This is us in time in dark ...