• A Circle of Protection: Standing Against Autism Intolerance

    A Circle of Protection: Standing Against Autism Intolerance

    A visual protest against autism intolerance, portrayed without slogans or written words. At the centre stands a 50-year-old autistic man, calm and dignified, surrounded by a protective community. The image presents acceptance not as pity, but as solidarity, belonging, and the refusal to let intolerance define autistic lives.

  • Open the Circle

    Open the Circle

    A symbolic protest against social ostracism, showing the moment a closed circle becomes an open one. Through broken chains, outstretched hands, rising birds, and a passage from shadow into golden light, the image imagines exclusion being transformed into welcome, solidarity, and belonging.

  • When Many Voices Become Light

    When Many Voices Become Light

    A luminous visual protest against extremism and intolerance: an image about diversity, open hands, many voices, and the fragile beauty of living together without demanding sameness.

  • A few other images from ‘Poetry in the camera’s light’

    A few other images from ‘Poetry in the camera’s light’

    n.b. I may look at removing from Apple Books, then setting the Kindle e-book to be free

  • The bee

    The bee

    A mile from land, a mile at sea, with gently heaving sails, a yacht sailed on with water trickling underneath the hull, the water’s glare’s so strong it’s stronger than the sun at sea, and in that lonely moment, suddenly, was it a gull? Some wondering thing, a fragment from another world, a bee! A…

  • Just outside

    Just outside

    Far from the fumes, our polluted illusion in clear resolution. ~ A distant hum outlines the silence. The falling sea settles in oily currents by the rocks. ~ A large gull slowly flaps above the channel, pitches, meets its reflection, splashing sofly, drifting backward on the tide. ~ A caterpillar crawls in the hot white…

  • Insanity

    Insanity

    Intricate mountain flower blue, burning orange in the madmen’s fire.

  • The top

    The top

    I turn a corner, to face the gradual rise of another hill. ~ When I reach the end, by the blue sky, will it only be to see the path continue upward? ~ Surely some corner, before the clouds, will show the glorious summit?

  • The path

    The path

    Prickly gorses brown and grey – flowering yellow by the blue green sea. ~ And in between an earthy path that dips and weaves with stones and shells, heading through my memory. ~ Close, far, elusive as a star, sublime. Other place and place in time.

  • The lovely wall

    The lovely wall

    I love our garden wall, glowing warm in evenings, sheltered from the wind. ~ I hope new walls are also adorned with wisteria flowers, honeysuckle and jasmine. ~ With sunny arches filled with the laughter of friends, as bees wonder round.