Nathaniel Macrae:
velodrome in pink
Nathaniel Macrae:
"port improves with age; the older I get, the better I like it"
Nathaniel Macrae:
velodrome in green
Nathaniel Macrae:
edna
Nathaniel Macrae:
all the leaves are brown and the sky is [bluey] grey
Nathaniel Macrae:
my brown-eyed girl
Nathaniel Macrae:
two and a quarter ladies
Nathaniel Macrae:
morning dew
Nathaniel Macrae:
late-afternoon light
Nathaniel Macrae:
bright canopy
Nathaniel Macrae:
and it was all yellow
Nathaniel Macrae:
when we touch the sky, me and you
Nathaniel Macrae:
old silk mill
Nathaniel Macrae:
textbook stance
Nathaniel Macrae:
five leaves left
Nathaniel Macrae:
i was thinking that i might fly today...
Nathaniel Macrae:
joined at the hip
Nathaniel Macrae:
edvard grieg - morning
Nathaniel Macrae:
christmas cactus
Nathaniel Macrae:
snow priests
Nathaniel Macrae:
she filled my days with endless wonder...
Nathaniel Macrae:
dots. big dots, and lots of 'em
Nathaniel Macrae:
ten today
Nathaniel Macrae:
evensong
Nathaniel Macrae:
by the light of the silvery... moonstar
Nathaniel Macrae:
a meta-snap
Nathaniel Macrae:
mandingo is love
Nathaniel Macrae:
tricks to perfection
Nathaniel Macrae:
suburban skills
Nathaniel Macrae:
a hushed silence, for he would survey his land
