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
Tag: photographs and words
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
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.
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
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
…your babies are never crying
Checking stats on Flickr each day click throughs from Tumblr appear. Before I used to get quite annoyed at people posting my photos on their Tumblr accounts, but now I
Photographic periods
Sometimes to go forward we have to step backwards first. And that is where I am at the moment. Taking stock. Looking back to see where I have come from
Time finds a place
The sky is one of the first things that form in my recall. I question whether the sun was shining or is it my sentimental slant making it so. Perhaps.