The Troad is a fine field for conjecture and snipe-shooting, and a good scholar may exercise their feet and faculties to great advantage upon the spot
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Alisdair Macdonald 1940-2007
My dad died the day before yesterday. Just like that. And as he would have wanted: out taking photographs in Chelsea. The finest, most noble and wonderful dad in the world is no more. We are all walking around like ghosts, eyes chapped and burning. Love you, dad, so, so very much. There is an obituary here. It is a lovely one.