Thoughts from the semi-employed
It’s very unusual to see the bear this clearly from our local Southbourne cliff, caught this time in clear air and the early evening sun. There’s the Needles lighthouse marking the end of the third cub over 10 miles away, and St Catherine’s Point away in the distance at about 25 miles
I couldn’t resist this shot of a Welsh pony at Tal-y-Bont. ‘Self Isolator’ wasn’t in anyone’s lexicon at the time, but just a few weeks after I met this guy deterring visitors to his cottage we were suddenly all at it.
Shy but uninhibited indigenous kids of the Chiapas city of San Cristóbal de las Casas. There’s no instagram self-awareness in these smiles. Chiapas is said to be probably Mexico’s safest state so we had no real worries about wandering around (at least not until we were used as gunpoint pawns in a Puerto Escondido turf war.)
A random kid playing on a memorial in Budapest, Hungary. Usually I give my pictures a name, but this doesn’t have one, so it’s just a kid on a monument. He’s higher up than it looks, so I was hoping he wouldn’t fall off. Maybe one day he’ll see this pic and give it a name.
The north African desert doesn’t really have a ‘dawn’ in the traditional Dorset sense of a yellowish orb ambling upward over a distant island, in our case the Isle of Wight. Instead, it simply bursts into life in an explosion of light and heat which offers just a moment of normality before the ridiculous heat sets in, at which point we English will whistle up our camels and set off into the midday sun – until the next night snug in a camel hair blanket in the freezing Sahara.