Ankle deep in Estuary Mud, waiting for the two halves of Herne Bay Pier to come together, in a silhouetted moment of black & white.

The meeting of land, sea, and sky in a brief moment.

I hesitated, then, instinctively, I lifted my camera. The moment was too profound not to capture.

In the midst of a muted world a moment of quiet rebellion against the emptiness unfolds.

Not concerned with the relics of war, she’s seen it all before. She was on her way to something much more important.

In the rush of life, it remained unmoved. A quiet anchor in a world that seemed too chaotic to notice it.

A rare alignment of a small corner of the world and human interaction, all stitched together in a single moment.

Their world is one of stillness and motion. The steady rhythm of the sea, the only soundtrack playing away in the background to their wonder.

In the grayscale hush between Day and Night, there lies a slender seam, a pivot point so fine it could be missed.

In the grayscale hush between Day and Night, there lies a slender seam, a pivot point so fine it could be missed.

He, the man, is lost in the haze of chemicals, experiencing the world in a different place, removed from the reality of which I photographed.

The ear piercing sound of an emergency alarm, synchronising a wave of movement of people turning towards its source.

She stands there with shop doors open onto the barren streets of Lockdown, waiting for a customer, any customer, to walk in.

It speaks of the quiet wisdom that often comes with age. A moment of introspection that doesn't seek to explain, just a brief pause in a life lived in the pursuit of creative meaning.

A photograph that foretelling the inevitable; needless to say the next big winter's storm and the House on the Beach is no more.

We are all part of the narrative, we are all the "ME", side by side with, "YOU THE MOO".

With erosion continuing at a steady pace, another move is expected. A record of where it stands in our ever-changing environment.

Humanity comes together once again, when Social Distancing ends.

Taken in a mere 1/180 of a second, when the city stood still, only to move on again. Leaving behind an imprint of a single moment in the unfolding of its two thousand year story.

The stretching of a moment, held on a leash.

Standing at the very brink of a wild Cornish cliff top. I didn’t want to merely capture the scene. I wanted to feel its breath, and be swallowed up in the natural drama.

The fleeting moment when Light & Shade briefly come together.......and then moves on to another place and time.

Above, and the world walks back in time.

Lost in and out of the moment.

Quirky moments; when life need not be viewed that seriously.