Ok, so it's a bit bare bones to build a narrative around, but the light on the screen of my French windows is faintly cinematic, reminiscent of the scenes Gregory Crewdson builds, or those Prada odds that had such an impact a few years ago...
There's nothing speaks of Lancashire - home of the industrial revolution and the place I grew up - like an old chimney stack. As I've noted, telephone/telegraph wires speak to me of America, the western frontier. Odd to think these things are as archaic as one another by now.
I've taken a series of images for the website of Olivia, a restaurant in Austin. This isn't 'pretty' enough for use there, but I like it's gritty quality as a documentary image....