ďI can't drag myself away from the impression that this is more self-reflection than anything. I so wish you would go out more with that cell-phone of yours.Ē .... opgr
ďOuch! You are possibly correct and most of us should go out more. Now where can I go where I haven't been before? Ē .... stamper
Self-reflection? Not about equipment. That generally leaves me cold unless itís something connected with old 500 Series jewels! I seldom find anything worth the sweat writing about as far as new cameras and stuff are concerned.
Anyway, so you wonít say Iím not trying, I shot this during my postprandial exercise today Ė just for you. I risked life and limb climbing down onto the rockery to avoid a rotten foreground. Gloomy for around half-past three.
Where to go thatís new? Iíve been in this same little town for the last 31 years and speak on fairly close terms with the pavements. The people I usually avoid because we have nothing new to add to what was said in 1999, which was a reminder about something suggested in 1982. The pavements are interesting, and especially in summer it pays to keep a close eye on them: the dog owners are rather lax Ė their dogs donít need any. A sun-baked dog poop, should you have the misfortune to kick it, could easily break your ankle. So, distressed boats apart, thereís not a whole heap going down other than that which tumbles around in the washing machine of the mind. And thatís somewhat dodgy to photograph Ė at least, I think so.
This is the time of year when thoughts of escape fill the space between ears; but, first signs of spring and the rockíníroll comes back to replace the blues. You see, itís all the same thing, in the end, just as Patricia was sort of realising. I think?