What strange people photographers are
Imagine the scene. You are walking along, minding your own business, chatting away with your friend, when ahead of you on the opposite side of the road you see a
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A decent man
I guess I can appear strange to onlookers when they see me taking photographs of blank walls or raindrops forming on car roofs. It is something I am aware of
facing it all
I was in class yesterday. To the left of my desk through the window is this little green area with rows of young trees and paths on either side. The
Trees need to cheer the fuck up
I love trees. There is something so attractive about them for me. I love the fact that they are fixed to the ground and grow towards the sun. That their leaves
The day’s eyes
Daisies. The day’s eyes opening. This little fella was growing out of a riverbank wall. Here are some other little daisies. They seem to appear a lot on my stream.
Hoods
I first met Fred on a cold, winter’s day in a second hand record store. I could not help but notice him, his inflated head bop-bopping along to the tune
some of my favourite images of the week
This week had a lot of blur on my own streams. Nothing new in that I guess, but I am working towards building up a body of blur with a
Why is it so foggy, Daddy?
– It’s too foggy, Daddy. How can he see? – Too foggy? – Ya, I can’t see him. Is that China? – China? – Ya. In China it is
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.
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