even though i couldnt stop thinking about the thing that drives me mad, i happily dug into a loft conversion

even though i couldnt stop thinking about the thing that drives me mad, i happily dug into a loft conversion
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i distracted myself with a life quite ordinary

i distracted myself with a life quite ordinary
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house number three

house number three
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bollard

bollard
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i've been playing around with my Zorki 4k camera...can't work the damn thing out at all. Weird range finder nonsense and guesswork with knobs on. ... These are the best of a very bad batch, and even these i cropped to square.
Been playing with my 99p Lomo too, but two films later and i have nothing to show. nada. zilch. Now i'm about to crack open another from my collection of cheap Soviet made cameras... the Zenit TTl slr...
i'm probably more excited about that than i should be.
There is something a little more exciting about film photography i think, a magic of a random moment (very much the case with the Zorki), which you have to wait some time to see results of. Digital, on the other hand, is instant image creation with the benefit of hind-sight in many ways...

whilst living in 16:9 aspect ratio, i decided to eat my bread, chips and beans dinner without the support of a plate...

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the dualities of approaching Somewhere

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19 inches x 39 inches
oil on canvass


wOOt wOOt.
finished another painting. and quite chuffed with it i am too... albeit i do think it is a bit garish in palette and a wee bit "Graphic Novel" in texture.
Not sure about the title yet... but i'm almost there with it.
i've been staring at this one unfinished for a few months.... now i can stare at it finished gathering dust for many more months...
lol.

selected views from epac island iv

selected views from epac island iv
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as i dozed between bouts of insomnia....

The air was heavy, the sky was overcast and the light of the afternoon was slipping into evening and street lights flickered into life in the distant town.
I was walking along a narrow country lane and, as i feared, i happened to walk past his house. I was returning from looking at a house just down the road and over a bridge that i was interested in, it was surrounded by huge, incredibly tall trees, some of the roots had grown over the derelict house- not sure what that means but it felt very significant. i hoped he wouldn't be there, but sure enough he was, sitting with some friends in his front garden.
He was leaning back in a garden chair, characteristically obnoxious, his legs resting on the low stone wall... i was surprised to see his right leg a stump, apparently amputated below the knee. As i approached i heard him say to his friends;
".....i'll make sure that nobody is ever interested in anything he does again....". He then fell silent, but i did hear a snigger.
With my head down, i purposefully avoided making eye contact, i couldn't be sure he was talking about me, but by the sneering tone in his voice i had to assume he was.
I walked on. Before i awoke i turned left onto the Stray, and followed the path which was going in roughly the right direction, i lost my way and bumped into a Danish Man with a huge Truck and trailer who was selling Power Showers to upwardly mobile wives in large Georgian Houses. The Danish Man didn't notice me and neither did the upwardly mobile wives.

That's when i woke up.