Keira McArthur

Although I can’t see it through the opaque winter sky I can feel it:  the moon is full. With the able help of cellists Carol Mulder and Sibylle Ruppert my excellent mom and I performed David Popper’s Requiem for three celli and piano for our Industrial Ancestors yesterday evening.  Folk came out to witness as […]

she docked beside our building all winter last year- I shot these then. every time I passed her I sensed immense strength, impossible age, and exhaustion. Turns out the sailors call her the ‘salt-pig’. She’s the oldest ship in the fleet, and she’s being eaten from the inside out by the road salt she’s carried […]