Peter, attempt no. 1
Anonymous faces that I see everyday at the train station.
Annoyed sister at night.
An old picturing my friend drinking tea during one of our day-trips to the magical town of Zefat. This is from back in 2010 when we were fruit packers in the Galilee. The whole town seemed built in sandstone, including the below steps leading up to the highest part of town. I remember sitting there one morning watching the schoolgirls cross the road on their way to school.
Introducing the plush dog (named woof) to a white schnauzer
The piono keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colours in your mind (here)
The lonely tree in late November.
Ode to cows.