Turning the Street into a Garden
Flowers carefully tended by my sweetheart, which grow on the street where she lives. © www.anniewrightphotography.com Click to see them in full bloom
Flowers carefully tended by my sweetheart, which grow on the street where she lives. © www.anniewrightphotography.com Click to see them in full bloom
Despite running a busy stall on Amsterdam's main flea market, little Bella was gracious enough to grant me a few minutes of her time so that I could take her…
... as a man zipping a woman's dress.Photo: Annie. Taken at a performance by the artist Flavio Pons; click to enlarge.
The entry about Gregory (Nobody at Home, 8 October 2008) set me thinking about a dead person’s continuing presence in the land of the living. Here, memories are not enough.…
This Egyptian beauty is currently languishing at the bottom of a bookcase at a local auction. The catalogue carries no information about her origins, nor is there any estimation of…
When my friend Gregory died, I found it hard to accept that I would never see him again. I looked everywhere and sometimes I thought that I saw him: a…
I heard last night that my friend, the artist Nan Hoover had died. I met her in the '70s. Someone had given me her number in Amsterdam. I phoned, and…