..and a flash machine, obviously.  With those I be hypnotising chickens; hopefully for long enough so that they don’t realise that this is yet another 2007 retrospective post which has nothing new to say about anything.  Once more, in lieu of something substantial, have some fluff: the favourite images to have been created by the photo pixies that have lived in the memory of my digital camera over the last 12 months.

Taken on the day my grandmother died. Looks like a Bloc Party album cover.  Which is nice, as she was a big fan.

A happy accident.  My camera, someone else’s flash, most definitely not the eyes of that Nepalese Tharu tribe dancer.

A Cricklade creepy-crawly checks out the cricket coverage.

Wolf Eyes. What evil lay in that box?

A different take on big Albert, taken after the Newsom gig.

A misty Autumn day, as featured on the front page of Touch’s website, which I took as quite a compliment given how good Jon Wozencroft’s work  is.

Blimey. How photogenic is June Tabor?  I love this one.

A skeletal stall in darkest Dalston.

Damo with AMT. Pure noise captured in most pleasing sepia.

Efterklang’s shoes.  Purty.

An oasis amidst the doom rock desert of ATP.  Aw, that poor girl.