Made in Shropshire

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It’s a dangerous job, being a witch photographer. I was cursed by a witch. So “job” isn’t the right word. Here’s everything (mostly) from this witch photographer’s oeuvre, on this home page.

There’s a few variants to go in, always. Someone asked me for a red picture, to go with the new settee, or curtains. One day, I’ll produce so many colour, B&Ws and textured versions, that lady would be befuddled by her choice.

Not everyone’s cup of tea, as I’ve discovered after four years pitching my pictures at markets. However… I have collectors, which is thrilling.

The object is to remind us of our roots. Lest we forget what monkeys we are. It’s the stories. Always the stories.

From ancient dragons, hill building giants, witches as old as the hills, older. To the superstitions of ghostly revistations. “He wouldn’t lay down.”