A series of autumnal vignettes where fading leaves, glowing lamps, and gentle ghosts share the same stage. October becomes a theatre of light and shadow, where the ordinary slips into the uncanny. —new images will be added as the season ripens.

Rustic walls, forest lanes, and late blooms: September holds its breath before autumn arrives.

August unfolds in fragments — paths, petals, and shadows gathered into a chapter of light. Curtains become thresholds, faces dissolve into landscapes, and the ordinary tilts toward the surreal.

This chapter unfolds in damp brightness: blossoms sparkling, leaves heavy, creatures carrying gardens on their backs. Between stone and leaf, July gathers its strange menagerie — flowers that lean into each other’s space, snails that move like punctuation in the rain.

In June, the sun grew woolly. Sheep scanned the fields with golden eyes, logs whispered in mossy tones, and even the pavements dreamed in gold. Light spilled everywhere — in alleys, orchards, and forest tunnels — as if the month itself was conspiring to glow.

A wandering reel of city corners, woodland paths, and golden fields — where humour, light, and quiet reverie meet in daily steps.

March lingers at the edge of seasons — snowdrops rising through damp soil, benches waiting in graveyards, ruins glowing in the last light. Faces flicker in plaid and shadow, half‑hidden among branches and fences. A month of thresholds, where endings and beginnings blur.