The Contrast Of Fresh And Ancient Colour.
The colour and freshness of living blooms gives life to the ancient flaking paint seen from the rear window of my suite in the Hotel Tiziano, Dorsoduro 1873, Calle Riello Cannaregio, 30123 Venezia. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552ffc8ee4b0a04dcffa9587/1486943

Offices clad in mirrored panels reflect copies of the homes opposite.
Walking in Rambuteau, Paris, where each new building, clad in mirrored panels, appears to be a distorted, reverse copy of the old building opposite. This is one of three photos taken one minute apart

The Open Road 23rd July 1969 – A Postcard Home.
Dear all, we slept in Chatillon last night, at the edge of the road, then caught the bus to Aosta. Then got a lift to Pré S. Didier near Courmayeur. From there we hitched through the Montblanc Tunnel to Chamonix. We gained an hour because of the time zone. These new shoes are almost in pieces! This afternoon (it’s 2.25 now) we intend to hitch through Martigny & Montreux & up to Germany. I thought the map on the other side would make things clearer. I’m afraid I haven’t the money to buy even the smallest souvenir – sorry. Love Jim xx P.S. Haven’t met Michael yet.
(My brother was hitchhiking around Europe at the same time. I believe we may have been in the same street on the same day but never saw each other.) https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/55390806e4b07116b5ee4161/1490715

The Open Road 24th July 1969 – A Postcard Home.
Dear Mum & Dad, Pete, the chap whom I was with, was going to lend me the fare back across the Channel. Today he was being stupid & eventually went off on his own and told me to try & get back on my £3. Off he went & left me in Switzerland. I am going to an Embassy in a few minutes but now, in this café, I am going to have a damn good meal. However, don’t worry. I expect I’ll be home before you receive this card. Love, Jim. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/55390806e4b07116b5ee4161/1490719

Open And Empty In The Roof Space, Pandora’s Box?
A photo I took after climbing into the roof space of the derelict and abandoned 13th century mansion just 100m from Petriti beach, Corfu, once owned by Lady Palatianou-Adams, wife of the British High Commissioner and Governor of Corfu, Lord Frederick Adams. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/55390806e4b07116b5ee4161/1490745

Castelnau des Fieumarcon Breakfast.
A somewhat haphazard but nevertheless delicious petit déjeuner on the lawn at Castelnau des Fieumarcon on the second morning of a three day wedding celebration. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/5527a750e4b04e9a7cbb7779/1486978

A Fresh Venetian Perspective.
The unhindered growth of living plants breathes fresh life into this otherwise indistinguishable and anonymous Venetian canal where green wins the competition with blue. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552ffc8ee4b0a04dcffa9587/1486946

The Contrast Of Fresh And Ancient Colour.
The colour and freshness of living blooms gives life to the ancient flaking paint seen from the rear window of my suite in the Hotel Tiziano, Dorsoduro 1873, Calle Riello Cannaregio, 30123 Venezia. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552ffc8ee4b0a04dcffa9587/1486943

Fresh Morning View.
The fresh, colourful and vibrant morning view from the side window of my suite in the Hotel Tiziano, Dorsoduro 1873, Calle Riello Cannaregio, 30123 Venezia. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552ffc8ee4b0a04dcffa9587/1486940

Cloudscape.
Mirrored windows reflect the reflections of clouds in the windows opposite as I point my camera upwards in Rue Rambuteau, 75004 Paris. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552e3c5be4b0dfcbad6c3d9f/1477755

An Enigmatic Reflection.
This faceless building, clad in reflective panels, reflects its older, residential, counterpart in Rue Rambuteau, 75004 Paris. The contemporary reflects the traditional. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552e3c5be4b0dfcbad6c3d9f/1477750

The Illusion.
Balconies trapped behind reflective glass or trapped opposite it? Or both, in Rue Rambuteau, 75004 Paris. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552e3c5be4b0dfcbad6c3d9f/1477758

On The Rocks at Villefranche-Sur-Mer.
An idyllic location. Not only was the orange light from the lamps reflecting wonderful beams across the water, it was casting an orange glow onto the rocks before me. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552e3c5be4b0dfcbad6c3d9f/1477352

Claude Monet’s Garden, Giverny, France.
An image of perfect tranquillity if one can catch a few seconds without half a dozen tourists on the iconic bridge. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552e3c5be4b0dfcbad6c3d9f/1477334

Mandelieu-La Napoule, France.
A late stroll when two unexpected and beautiful reflections changed the ethos of the whole evening. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/552e3c5be4b0dfcbad6c3d9f/1477370

The despondency of the invisible man.
I saw this man when I gazed out of the window of the Nottingham hotel room in which I was staying while on a business trip. He was a long way away and I had to use x12 zoom. I wanted to help him but by the time I got there, he was gone. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/5527b194e4b0aef4615dc629/1470741

Statue de Voltaire, Rue de Seine 75006 Paris.
The philosopher does indeed have a somewhat philosophical, or possibly bemused, look on his face. One almost has the impression that he’s gazing at the perpetrator of this outrage. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/5527b194e4b0aef4615dc629/1470716

Overwhelmingly happy on a beach in Corfu.
Like a kid, I’d been rolling in the sand. Before going back into the water to wash off, I decided to grab my camera and take a selfie. I feel elated every time I look at it. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/5527b194e4b0aef4615dc629/1470711

Música Flamenca
. . . the heat, the passion, the beating heart, the flashing legs, the raw emotion, the ‘no sé qué’, ‘I do not know what’ of Flamenco. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/551ab38be4b09db6ebaa8ed0/1457534

Música Salsa
. . . a fusion of colours, shapes and directions. It shines with vitality and reminds me of Spanish canción and guitar and Afro-Cuban percussion, merged with North American jazz. What else could I call but Salsa? https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/551ab38be4b09db6ebaa8ed0/1457522

Rapturous In Blue
. . . I associate colours and music with mood. Music is a creative influence in my art. I have named this piece in homage to George Gershwin’s ability as a painter as well as a musician. https://witness.theguardian.com/assignment/551ab38be4b09db6ebaa8ed0/1457510

Echo And Narcissus (Digitally Enhanced)
by John William Waterhouse (1903). Born January/April 1849; died 10 February 1917.

Echo And Narcissus
by John William Waterhouse (1903). Born January/April 1849; died 10 February 1917.