I haven't been in for a while. Apologies if you wondered where I had gone. Time has caught up with me, and now the days are finally manageable I thought I'd drop back in and say hello.

Looking back over what's on the front page, it seems that what was once past is past and now the future is something that could be unimaginably eventful. I consistently wish the camera was by my side so that I could continue to recall the days that have been, but whilst no one else around me has noticed, I have begun to see that my memory is worse. Unfortunately, whilst I may be young, and thus disbelieving in this self-diagnosis, something is telling me I cannot think as well I used to.

Just to add to insult, just as music does, now photos wonderful as they are to help me remember the times gone by, only bring back memories which I have long buried, wishing them to be gone again before the welling of the tear ducts begin.

Whatever it is, it cannot be.

On the brighter side, I have bought myself a copy of The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, why do I find myself languishing within the realms of this, the bleak outlook, the cold forsaken city Berlin was, the grey walls and THE WALL. The eternal issue that continues to move us along. When will it all stop? Will we ever escape?

Finally, I have no idea when I'll be back, something of writing on here has stopped me, no, something of the dread of finding words, yet my fingers write whilst I have no control over them - per say - means that I have run out of thoughts to write down. All that is left to say is keep in touch, and maybe, just maybe I will come back round and say hello, because I still enjoy reading your stuff even if I can't find my own words.

So shall we say au revoir, and just maybe as in The Beaver (see previous entry to this one) I will return, a new version adapted as a picture of a man who had to become something to do something else in order to become the picture. What that is yet, I am not sure but I will find out one day.

Everything is going to be OK

Or is it? Walter is a hopelessly depressed man.

It might not have hit the cinema like other big films but it makes you think and feel, and you will empathise with one of the topics, characters or all of them. As is the case for me.

"This is a picture of Walter Black, who had to become a beaver, who had to become a father, so that one day this might just be a picture of Walter Black." (The Beaver, 2011)

Lost in Time and Space

I have witnessed a lot of leaf fall in my transient lifestyle, the smell of the leaves in the Autumn - returns. Where have they all gone? From kids playing in them to grown ups mulching them, where have all the leaves gone, where has the time gone? I used to do that, play. Because we won't be here for long, why don't we do more with our time that's got our feet strapped under the pc desk. Can't we live on like the compost and geology we stand on? Nobody cares and nobody dares to care. What are we...Where are we...why are we... locked in our little worlds, as ant workers to the grind, foraging for others, failing for ourselves.

Beautiful People

Beautiful People are every where whether in music, ghost or place.

Beautiful People are found in Beautiful places (normally?) How stereo typed.
They are Everywhere.

Chris Brown's version

Reculver - Castle Remnants, last weekend.




Dunorlan Park, Tunbridge Wells, this weekend.


River Stour, Sandwich, Kent, last weekend.


Canterbury February 2007, post winter suddenly it was warm and sunny!

The Day of God - Sunday

I accidentally said this and realised it was a mix up on a Bible story yesterday.

An eye for an eye,
A tooth for a tooth,
A plank of wood,
For the spec in my eye.

I have to question if I should have swapped 'my' for 'your' in the last sentence.

Naturally Obscure

Eternal Sunshine of a Photographers Mind,

What? You ask. That's not what the film title is.

Extra Terrestrial Living Spaces

The Life and Times of...

Photon Composers

Multi Tacetted Unbenign Constructors of the Superfluous

No, I don't think that last one works somehow.
How does a multiple person or instrument not taking part be malignant and construct something for what is beyond or no longer necessary. Hmm, help.

For something that is provided or once loved can continue if the,

"Academic Excursions in to the mystery of human behaviour, disciplined by the practical application of his own deductions" (Le Carre, Call for the Dead)

enables the past and present to join together.

The flamboyant cheese could not be resisted, but in the end the mice had made eliptical shapes of disproportionate sizes, leaving a Jenga puzzle conundrum.

I had to unload the random phrases somewhere.
Huh, "the multi tacetted unbenign constructors of the superfluous", what ever next.

Gold Standards

You tell me what to do,
yet you don't like it.

My work is my life,
like you expect it.

The kitty is empty,
but you're still calling.

Your gold standard,
is not mine.

So why do you expect me to work at your level
when I don't understand,
nor have the time.

The noise is too much,
you work with it as such,
but it's always there,
just when I'm there.

Phoning, toning,
always moaning, roaming and dam well homing,
I still don't get,
the rest of it.

Business done,
you've had your fun,
now I have a long list to run.

Nothing personal,
just get it done,
goodbye.

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My gold standard,
is an act of perfectionism,
but it's never going to be
your perfectionism.

The outcome is required,
the time is over,
but overtime is what's required,
even still the end result,
must be defined.

Gold standards, long days,
hard work are just not good enough.
One hundred and ten percent given all the time,
but no time to think,
because the time to think has been governed,
by the need to do everything at top speed,
where thinking is a virtue,
and doing is a need,
where time is lack
and burning out,
just like the energy to get back on track.