Woke up feeling like this piece of wood.
You know how it goes… The kettle is boiling as the morning sun hits last night’s dirty dishes laying on the bench, then you see something like this.
Don’t let rain put you off making images. Get out there between downpours and see the difference it makes when things are wet.
I can’t walk past things like this.
It’s a struggle this week but days are getting longer and sheer bloody-mindedness will push me through to the weekend.
Looking at Willis Bretz series “Veterans”
Listening to Ólafur Arnalds
This image has a lot going on. The wire and the shadow it casts had originally put me off until I realised their potential to draw the eye into the image/ Made me wonder what other things I am ignoring that could be put to better use…
And sometimes bark loves me right back… Even on a cold Winter morning.
The grapes are picked, the nets put away for next season and the vines cut back.
Some days nothing comes out…
I prefer going down this escalator because that usually means I’m homeward bound. It would be nice if I was heading home on time and less stressed…
Looking at Adam Blasberg
Listening to Nell Bryden