When the soft needles on the larch turn bright yellow, there is no denying that it is the end of summer.and the end of the gardening season.   November Larch Ablaze, 2015 11″ x 15″                

a shack

Perched on the edge of the pier, this humble shack called to me. Peering inside, I could make out a can of WD40 and odd bits of brightly coloured plastic, red, yellow, and green on the window ledge. These random artefacts might have belonged to a jug of paint thinner or a jar of peanut … More a shack