__ Ned McKern __:
crawling shadows
__ Ned McKern __:
Over a casual cup of coffee
__ Ned McKern __:
flower field
__ Ned McKern __:
ferme fermée
__ Ned McKern __:
The least you could have done was to ring me at the above number... !
__ Ned McKern __:
When the evening comes and the sun begins to paint...
__ Ned McKern __:
Georg Baselitz approaches the Alps
__ Ned McKern __:
a refusenik
__ Ned McKern __:
Greenkeeper's green - awaiting the blue hour.
__ Ned McKern __:
creases of an infirm hand
__ Ned McKern __:
The eternal question over eternal rest
__ Ned McKern __:
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall."
__ Ned McKern __:
le tutu
__ Ned McKern __:
open-hearted
__ Ned McKern __:
Plattenbau
__ Ned McKern __:
Music was my first love...
__ Ned McKern __:
three-tier wedding cake
__ Ned McKern __:
Nobody's afternoon nap
__ Ned McKern __:
Who's greater than me?
__ Ned McKern __:
Triumvirate of Salzburg
__ Ned McKern __:
WhatsApp? WhatsMan!
__ Ned McKern __:
iridescent up
__ Ned McKern __:
Don't keep to the right
__ Ned McKern __:
The way to autumn
__ Ned McKern __:
roofscape
__ Ned McKern __:
fresh fishing
__ Ned McKern __:
The Angel of the West Window
__ Ned McKern __:
Seeing behind the curtain
__ Ned McKern __:
The earth is flat? - No, never!
__ Ned McKern __:
The earth is flat however.
