How these words weigh
There is a conversation in my head. I am not sure it can be heard. I am not sure of its words. I don’t stop to listen; it’s just heard.
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A week of my own
Looking back on the images I posted to flickr this week I have chosen the following ones as my favourites of the 14 I posted to both accounts. This was
Feed the habit
I have an addiction. I am a Flickr addict. It is the first site I hit each day. And I hit it a lot each day. To feed this habit
Chains can be curtains
Posting this to Flick this morning, I realised I have quite a few photographs of chains and the like on my photo stream and it might be a good idea
She puts them in bags in the clouds
The photo below is a coloured-in version of a previous upload. See it above. This was taken in early April in Busan, South Korea. I was in a public park.
like some sort of over-vigilant ward
shoes? these aren’t shoes. these are stone bricks. stone bricks stuck to me. try as i might, and I do try, i can’t move off. and you, you there, always
Sad weather?
When I lived in Spain my Spanish friends would say to me that Irish weather must be very sad, what with all the rain we get. Sad? Never had I
And some of my own favourite photographs of this week
Someone said to me “ya, it’s great that you post your favourite photographs from your two groups, but why don’t you post more of your own work on your blog?”
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Flowers die: Electronic images live forever
Last Saturday, we went to Cobh, a small island to the east of Cork city. We lived there before for a short period before moving back to the city. It
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Purpose:Rush
this now this must this us this gush that past that was that car its whoosh lost bing bang this push this now this path this foot just this one