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This park was so well designed. I thought if I got off the path, so to speak, I could get some nice pictures. But I realized that the park was designed from the POV of the paths. Understanding that, I have been trying to bring out what seems to me to be the designers vision as best I can.
This path is still used today by the tower-persons who record the weather and report smoke at the Mt Frankland fire lookout.
#SouthCoast 028 – Walpole
"I believed then – in a deep, easy way that is impossible for me as an adult – that there was more to this world than meets the eye. Trees had spirits; the wind spoke. If you followed a toad or a raven deep into the heart of the forest, they were sure to lead you to something magical." --Jennifer McMahon
Coast path near the Verne prison on Portland , a natural opening in the hills to give a clear view of the sea
Vivienne and Mirelle Part 2: The Message
Discovered three days after Mirelle disappeared. Not by accident. Not in haste. Left where only someone like Vivienne would find it—and only if she was looking.
It was a quiet evening. No appointments. No meetings. The Ravenwood’s operations ran smoothly below. But Vivienne wasn’t there.
She was upstairs—in her private residence atop the hotel, lights dimmed, gloves off, combing out her hair like she hadn’t since that night.
The hidden panel in the armrest clicked open beneath her fingers—automatic, familiar. She wasn’t reaching for anything.
And yet there it was.
A piece of silk, small and torn, tucked neatly inside. Pale cream. Familiar. Not perfumed. Not folded like a lover’s keepsake—folded like intel.
Vivienne stared at it for a moment, not touching. As if picking it up would confirm what she already knew.
It was from Mirelle.
There was a stitch along the hem. Barely visible—unless the light hit just right. A pattern Vivienne recognized. Threaded in tight: a cipher.
No encryption. No deception. Just a message.
Hand-stitched. Intimate. Final.
You never asked me to stay
I stayed anyway.
That’s on me.
I learned more than I should have.
That’s on you.
—M.
No name. No return path. No signal trace.
Just the signature—a single letter. Deliberate. Knowing. Irrevocable.
Vivienne sat back. She didn’t speak. She didn’t call Omalley. She didn’t pour a drink.
She just held the silk in one hand—light as a promise, sharp as memory—and breathed.
Then, slowly, she folded it. Once. Twice. Again.
Slid it into the same hidden compartment. Closed it.
And walked to the console.
That night, the Ravenwood played no broadcasts. No vinyl.
Just analog static—quiet, constant.
And she did leave the lights on when she went to bed.
Addendum to Part 2:
A professional assessment. A personal breach.
Hours later, Vivienne sat at her desk with the silk unfolded on the surface.
She wasn’t reading the message again—she was analyzing the stitch.
She ran it through three filters. Checked the thread’s weave density. Logged the cipher angle. All habitual. All precise.
And then she stopped.
Not because she was done.
Because she realized she was trying to turn grief into intel.
And there was no dossier in Sky Port Bury that would ever explain why she let Mirelle in.
She closed the file without saving. Walked away.
Some knowledge didn’t belong in archives.
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Back in Buenos Aires City we walked Defensa in Barrio San Telmo to our hotel.
The camera stuck its lens out for a shot of Ristorante il Nonno Bachicha (Grandfather Bachicha Restaurant).
Like many businesses in BA, Ristorante il Nonno Bachicha advertises using Fileteado style painting on their signage, windows and doors. This offering is minimalist Fileteado.
Fileteado is a type of artistic drawing and lettering, with stylized lines and flowered, climbing plants, typically used in Buenos Aires.
The fileteado porteño was born in Buenos Aires at the beginning of the 20th century as a popular decorative practice.
And this is the end of day 5 in Buenos Aires.
heavy use of photoshop... like you didn't suspect.
(b&w extraction - contrasty, gaussian blur, diffuse blur, heavy sharpening)
On my visit to Blakeney in Norfolk during late December I walked up from the quayside up the shore line shadowing the North Norfolk Coastal Path and about a mile up the river I saw this beautiful sailing boat all on its own looking so serene and calm. It was one of my favourite memories from that day and really encapsulates my love of water and boats in one perfect image.
River Path in early morning light. Prince Albert, Saskatchewan, Canada. 9 July 2021
2022-23: Judge merit award out of 1000 entries in Photocrowd 'Unoccupied Seating' competition in February 2023. Judge merit award out of 1000 entries in Photocrowd 'Leading Lines' in August 2023.
2021-22: Judge merit award out of 2530 entries in Photocrowd ‘Empty Benches’ competition in August 2022.