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
Tag: words
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
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.
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