Forgotten Dystopia

Even our vision of dystopia was innocent 40 years ago.

Precise location of the devil

  It’s always tricky photographing other people’s art and then displaying your photograph… I mean, who really did the work here? (hint… I don’t think it was the sculptor to be honest…)

Mother Love

Funny this wooden cross in the ramshackle old part of the cemetery. You wouldn’t think it could go the distance. But I’m pretty sure it’s good for another 87 years. Might very well outlast the marble and granite markers surrounding it.

Hide and Seek

The dungeon of Diocletian’s palace in Split. Gave me the shivers. Bad as we humans can be here in the 21st century, we can’t really hold a candle to our forebears. Oddly, that gives me hope.

You can never go home

I love Google maps – they take me to places I need to get to this afternoon. They take me to places I dream of going, like Tromso at the top of the Norwegian fiords, where I hope to go one summer and see the northern lights. And sometimes they take me places I once

Suzhou Garden Reflections

Been thinking about memory lately, how fickle it can be, how downright deceptive – and you think you’re being completely honest with yourself. Hah! I remember when ‘facing reality’ was something I could do. Or thought I could. This image of a Suzhou Garden is completely deceptive… Trust me – nothing about it is what

Universal Walk

This is what comes of pondering the meaning of life whilst listening to Leonard Cohen. He is naked and he’s filthy and there’s sweat upon his brow. I can’t say the same for me. Shame that.

Wanton nature of a wild tree

I know it’s just me. Oh, and just you, too. But does this tree seem to be, well, you know??? I do believe this is a gum tree native to Australia

Ode to a seal

It’s not much of an ode, but I couldn’t quite muster anything akin to ‘wee, timrous mousie’ and wasn’t in the mood to fake it. I liked this seal. He was too proud to beg.

The disagreeable flamingo

I love birds, pretty much all birds, all colours, shapes, sizes, mannerisms and dispositions.

Except for the flamingo. Yes, it is lovely from afar, simply splendid when taking flight en masse. But the ugliest, most horrid of cranky, miserable creatures when you get up close. It’s not just that its mouth is twisted into a sneer, but its demeanour, its tone, its quarrelsome nature.
The hippo makes the rhino seem downright cuddly…

These three carried on, the pair on the right attempting to defend its position from the one on the left. They finally gave up and sauntered off, all three reminding me of Cinderella’s ugly stepsisters…