Thanks, Keith. During the '80s I thought of him as the greatest living landscape photographer. He picked me up from the London/Derby train in his 2CV, and I bought a bunch of his magnificant prints. He was just divorced and very depressed at the time, and shooting those dreadful dead tulips. I haven't seen any new work since then, though, and I just bought his B&W Workshop manual, which is about the worst written photography book that I've ever tried to read and should have sent back to Amazon, (but didn't, out of respect).