The Summer holidays means i get to spend periodical amounts of time in this parallel universe i call "parenting". As a temporary childminder just south of the Thames, i change nappies,peel bananas, learn new things about where the end of my patience actually lies and all as a cover for dishing out business cards in the playground.
Over coffee and toddlers one morning last week i finally got the chance to photograph these "black cherry trees" that i painted way back when i only had 1 working wrist. The plaster cast and the painkillers must have had a worse effect than i thought...is it me or do these trees look drunk?
