
I have an interesting lampshade in my recording studio that’s made out of cellophane. It’s damn pretty. In my old flat, I had it on a dimmer switch, so I could produce highly subtle effects. Not at this place, sadly.
Photos that I’m fairly proud of.

I have an interesting lampshade in my recording studio that’s made out of cellophane. It’s damn pretty. In my old flat, I had it on a dimmer switch, so I could produce highly subtle effects. Not at this place, sadly.


While weeding the garden, I discovered a nest of snails. I violated their lair to use them for my own amusement.

I lured this guy out with a leaf.

I had to clean the table afterwards.

I tried to mate these two. They seemed interested in eachother, but no hardcore ensued.

I was stood in the back garden with my woman nestled deep into my chest. The sun was setting, and glistening off of her hair in a beautiful fashion. I had to fetch the camera.

Ah, observe the fine grain of the wood.

Some people fiddle with their phone when they are in a pub, and their friend has gone to the bar or toilets. I like to whip my camera out and take photos instead.