Heather A McLean: haunting presence of a past
Heather A McLean: (s)he who laughs last ...
Heather A McLean: Without Louis Pasteur ...
Heather A McLean: couvre-feu - city of lights
Heather A McLean: welsh rarebit
Heather A McLean: Dionysos was here
Heather A McLean: on the way to nowhere
Heather A McLean: feeling very happy and a bit silly
Heather A McLean: vintage and a pound of apples
Heather A McLean: when in Rome ...
Heather A McLean: cities can be tough ...
Heather A McLean: on the fringe of reality
Heather A McLean: open for the season
Heather A McLean: aftermath
Heather A McLean: or, I could just run for it
Heather A McLean: fragility
Heather A McLean: a little extra UV protection
Heather A McLean: bells, bells and more bells
Heather A McLean: complicated ...
Heather A McLean: makes you look at turning on a light from a different angle
Heather A McLean: this way ...
Heather A McLean: if only ...
Heather A McLean: inside or out ?
Heather A McLean: in buds we trust ...
Heather A McLean: nostalgia
Heather A McLean: water and light
Heather A McLean: my (nearly) invisible city
Heather A McLean: a thought for the day