An angel adorning the entry to a dark passageway in Riga’s Old Town. Probably dates from the 12th or 13th century. Happier now than it can ever remember, though it’s not overly pleased with the iron bosoms.
It’s images like this, not that it’s technically all that great, that make me glad I photograph things. My photographs become a sort of reference library, so I don’t have to remember everything I’ve seen and done. But the remain alive – as vibrant as the moment they were taken when I pull them out and look at them.