June 28, 2005
Winter nights in the East End are always like this.
June 27, 2005
One of my favourite things about summer.
June 24, 2005
June 22, 2005
The days are getting shorter.
June 20, 2005
June 18, 2005
June 17, 2005
No human bodies have ever created such gorgeous, reality-defying shapes before.
June 14, 2005
Sometimes, against all reason, hope blooms as bright and fragile as a flower. What could be crueller?
June 13, 2005
There's a time and a place.
Sunday in the park without George.
June 12, 2005
You'd better hope and pray that you make it safe back to you own world.
June 10, 2005
June 08, 2005
June 07, 2005
From the racetrack, home.
June 05, 2005
June 02, 2005
Seeing a little of myself in
The Fionavar Tapestry.
