Stop and talk to a stranger….flaneur across the city in the dark…observe and be observed in the light of the shadows.

Opportunity sometimes  present itself  without planning. I was shooting the wrecks on the beach in Dungeness  when suddenly an unknown woman  in white dress entered the scene.

East Warsaw … small farming community soon to disappear under  new bridge across the river Vistula. Uprooting one’s life in the name of progress is not easy when every corner is engraved in the past.