post 24 may

justwrite 23 may

pictures not taken is I think the title though I’m not sure of what I am interested to know I admire the flow and when it happens and I’m hoping to adapt not so much to adopt new philosophies transplanted by enchanted seeming opportunities but open and opener the soapclean view and the truth to interpret all washing away the troubles in bubbles that might be clouds and I’ve allowed this to be foremost an enormous goal I am eating a role slightly stale and slightly filled with quite delicious jam which might contain pears caught unaware in an unexpected stage between tree and mouth the suspension of conclusion the peril of undefeat and what I mean is there are stories to tell and as well as many pictures as I’ve taken they often seem to faken the feel to detract from the real and steal details and so fail to represent what was meant or what was and as above discussed I’m thinking of having an idea and I’m looking forward to it and what if it passes the what-if stage and makes the leap from sight to mind to page despite the hazards the sand traps in between that mean harm and even the ones that don’t are moats of indifference to jump or swim across unless you brought a boat for I haven’t got one and what awkward fun to notice the British invasion the grammar inversions that get gotten good and we should return to the part where I was planning to have a plan and I mean that there are many things I’ve seen that I’d like to photograph but it’s an awkward laugh to think of actually taking the picture either dismissing the scene by the motion or changing the meaning with the noticed attention and sometimes I’m just not fast enough the moment doesn’t last enough to be saved and what’s more and also crucial in a more useful sense is how it represents my view as an outsider while trying to blend it’s harder to pretend to belong if I’m taking pictures of something totally normal in another’s eyes but no surprise to be seen as standing out no doubt just would like to minimize the rift and in conclusion I drift

justwrite 22 may

there’s go and a show and we know we sow the seeds of rain we buy books in vain and in modest recollection the collection grows the pig goes by on a leash and the Doberman across the street flinches and thinks to eat and sends his trained gaze into the haze of a pre-show smoke test all the rest and Canada oh the underexposure the northern closure and the western shoulder warmer none the older and fetching like a pretzel a treasure in another form the norm nowhere else and considering the shelf it’s not where I store my pickles and I’m tickled to be asked I’m classless and that was cheese not yogurt please to notice but the hocus pocus English magic stabs through the air the accent overaware and the celo’s not selling much more the way it’s going