As well as being a place to indulge my love of Hipstamatic and iPhone photos, this is a blog of images and words. Of little vignettes and quiet corners from a place in my head, a place I call The Moth House. Of significant, and also small, happenings there, the wanderings and musings and sad reveries of it's occupants, The Parted Lovers.


In the weeks that followed
her certainty grows.

His memory no longer a faint ghost
but a living part of her, roused from slumber.

It was time to go back