Collodion

A Gallery by duncan mcnicholl

The year of our lord

Even the water can't escape

Pondering the valleys

Gentle lapping waves

To the south of Edinburgh

Standing at anchor in the dawn

Like a giant red mantis

At the base of the casino

At the edge of world heritage

The lush environs of Geneva

Emphasis on the Grim

A church between worship

Now that's an overwrought pillar

All libraries should look like this

Rekindling the flame

A lovely tradition, of sorts

A chess piece, perhaps?

Look at the pretty colours

Not a rainforest, no

A flag made building

Lines and curves, and beautiful letters

And then the ferns arrive

Vanishing point

When the rust comes