David's Extra English Class

This is one of my favourite photos. It was taken a few years ago in Lanzarote. I was sitting having a coffee looking across the harbour with the mountains in the backround.

This car used to live in West London. I can remember sitting in it several times waiting in the cold for it to finally start so we can get moving. I wonder where it is now, is this car even still on the road somewhere? 

A view of the English coast near Eastbourne September 2014

Fireflight A jagged-edged charcoal line in the sky - three, maybe four dozen birds flying north, a mile above the 22 freeway, five, maybe six miles south of Garden Grove. Ahead, just hours into its rise, the sun: a goddess, naked and burning with life behind a thin swath of white chiffon cloth; blinding; illuminating creation. Almost invisible, like kite strings caught in some holy pull, side-by-side for miles, thousands of migrating gulls; each beating heart a part of a family heading home. To the north, mountains. To the east, mountains. To the southwest, the weight of an ocean. An avian etch-a-sketch in the sky. God shaking out his electric razor. How do they know when everyone's leaving? How do they know about wingtip vortex and drag? Do they really communicate on such an advanced, organized level? Did they know to wait for yesterday's rain to wash the dark choking smog from the air, so they could breathe in the full majesty of late-fall, snow-...