Meg Pickard:
Lift
Meg Pickard:
Over there
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Ripped
Meg Pickard:
Little boxes of light
Meg Pickard:
Aleks
Meg Pickard:
Which way up?
Meg Pickard:
Winter comes
Meg Pickard:
Sausages at Waterloo
Meg Pickard:
Please queue to the right of this sign
Meg Pickard:
Turning time
Meg Pickard:
Pickle considers redecorating the bedroom
Meg Pickard:
Companions at dinner
Meg Pickard:
Endless hotel corridor
Meg Pickard:
Heaven is a nice cuppa and an old Bart map
Meg Pickard:
I can think of worse things to do today...
Meg Pickard:
Political correctness in Hay-on-Wye
Meg Pickard:
A Family Heirloom, of sorts
Meg Pickard:
Sunset over the Thames
Meg Pickard:
Lochdon, 14 Aug 2008
Meg Pickard:
Money to burn
Meg Pickard:
Bunessan sunset. Again.
Meg Pickard:
Yellow
Meg Pickard:
Storm brewing
Meg Pickard:
Somewhere up there is a sun
Meg Pickard:
Spotted
Meg Pickard:
Public art
Meg Pickard:
The fallen
Meg Pickard:
A turning time
