A recycling plant in Salford went up in smoke this week - lots and lots and lots of smoke. Hot Bed Press was rather too close, meaning nightmare traffic and - when the wind was in just the wrong direction - a distinctly kippered atmosphere. I'm sure I heard someone today say that the fire might have to be 'managed' for weeks, but at least it's better than it was - and Manchester looks softer through smoke.
I went on playing with colour regardless.
I make prints and book arts, though nowhere near as often as I'd like - no good reason, just an inability to get on with things. I occasionally go on about landscape (with which I am mildly obsessed) and various of its elements, and I like to pass comment on exhibitions I visit.