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September 30 2014

I got the new iPhone 6 yesterday and today my thumb is paining me. To navigate the bigger screen is not that easy. To get a good grip on the phone is not that easy and I am thinking to get good shots on the street will not be that easy. The iPhone 5 fitted perfectly in my hand and all areas of the screen were reachable with my thumb. This new iPhone 6 requires a little readjusting to reach those areas. I suppose with a little time I will get more used to it. I have taken one or two snaps of family with the camera and there is a noticeable improvement in picture quality. But the quality will only be noticeable when I feel comfortable with its size. Perhaps Apple should consider developing the iThumb; a fit-on extendable addition to your existing undersized-for-this-digital age thumb.

From thumbs to feet, here is an image I took on a subway train in Daegu, Korea. I like titles a lot. I think clever titles can add to an image and elevate the impact to another level. Conversely, poor titles limit a viewer’s imagination by corralling them into focussing on one aspect of the image to the detriment of others. When I am posting photographs, I think about titles. Sometimes they scream out at me and no time is lost. Other times, I take a little time just staring at the image and titles come. And then there are the times when nothing comes. These times, I usually give a location as the title. Lately, some photographs have been given the same title – as they are being worked into a series of images, such as Committed to the Future, This Nagging Knowingness, Today, I will be mainly hiding from myself, and my favourite – Trees need to cheer the fuck up! They do really!

When I took the iPhone shot below I had the title as soon as I saw it on the phone. Defeated in Musical Chairs.


Defeated in Musical Chairs

A little bit of mystery with my DSLR shot today. Taken in Kyoto after dark.



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Not white laces with black shoes

My eyes twitched. The eyelids and lashes seemed incapable of independent movement. How long had I been asleep? Had I been asleep? Like paper tearing my eyes began to open. It was dark except for some lights off in the distance that were moving away from me. It took me a few seconds to realise I was doing the moving and not them. Moving my head pained me. Each turn felt like a lead ball was rolling loosely inside my brain. The low hum of voices began to register with me. I was still on the bus.
Looking to my left I saw that the twins had now moved to the front seat opposite mine. Grinning, with their big cartoon heads bobbing up and down with the movement of the bus. Neither of them said anything, but they held their gaze at me, almost willing me to fully take in my surroundings. That lead ball rolling around inside my head had now shifted its weight to my forehead causing my head to drop. I breathed in deeply, making a wheezing sound. What was that taste in my mouth? Dropping my head to my lap, I spat out. The spit landed between my feet. My shoes? I was wearing backless slippers. I recognised my own black socks, but why were my feet tied together with what looked like laces. I tried to push my feet apart. The laces cut into my ankles and the lead ball rolled back and a little and then crashed bang into my forehead. My head began to swim. I inhaled deeply, trying to prevent the onrushing vomit from spurting forth. Again, my eyes glued shut. I could hear giggles coming from the twins. My stomach contracting I began to vomit, stopping it in time. A burning acid taste invaded my mouth. My nostrils filled and little bubbles popped out. Again I tried to pull my ankles apart.

– Those are my slippers. I normally don’t wear shoes when I’m travelling. I find my feet swell up something terrible.
An arm was now around me and my back was gently being patted. I wanted to straighten up to see who this was, but the voice was unmistakeable. And the shoes. Those were my shoes. But not the laces. Not white laces with black shoes.


Not white laces with black shoes

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