Another string to my fiddle, to add to those of editor, translator and trainer — marked by the first time I have been paid for one of my photos!
Here it is, a double half-page spread in the New York Magazine.
Regular readers of this blog may have already seen the picture gracing the
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Through the grisaille of dawn we sped across the flatland, our dying Micra buffetted by the wind and shuddering to a near stall at each intersection.
Nothing could stop us.
Ninety minutes later, Sam was hoisted into the air, wailing loud and covered with a thick layer of creamy vernix. “What a big one!”
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Our household goods and car are enjoying their last night on Tin Can Island, a tropical paradise for 40-foot containers off the coast of Lagos.
Our goods should have arrived in Rotterdam last week, but as a result of congestion at the port, they had a bonus ten days of cocktails and afrobeat
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