Sunday, 19 September 2010

blog #30

pee on the floor..

bristol baby moved to denmark and is www.maddendie.tumblr.com





dont pee on the floor.

Sunday, 1 August 2010

blog #29

life is like a sunday morning

it's slow and the air is heavy. weary walking up hills. and you want to photograph everything. on ordinary streets the ordinary becomes interesting. water, soapy and dirty, comes running out onto the pavement from behind the door of the pub garden and you want to film it because it's beautiful.

the dog doesn't understand.
i don't understand what this state is. i feel like im mourning a part of myself that i cant identify.

so you take the dog home so he doesn't have to be alone in his house, and instead he sits on the floor, head between paws and watches the door.

you bore him so he walks away and watches the bathroom instead.
you can hear the noises of other people living and bathing and working.

but you're barely alive.

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

blog #28



blog #27


so here goes.. ive been walking west, so now i'm going east..

put me down for a fail this evening..

Monday, 12 July 2010

blog #26

im sat here with a sleeping amy next to me. she had a pan of boiling hot oil explode in her face last night and is burnt and paining and i dont want to wake her up. she is half sleeping on a sheet that i sleep in - its too warm for a duvet so we're using that as a pillow.. so ive been knocking about the internet for a long time but i think i should move now and go to sleep too. laundry day tomorrow..


:)

Sunday, 20 June 2010

blog #25

" If it was too small you would have no problem shrinking it. When something is too big the laws of the universe determine that the difficulty in shrinking it directly correlates with your desire to do so. It's called Sod's Law."






Going to Glastonbury Festival in two and a half hours..

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

blog #24

"Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened. First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. The trees are columns of slick, brindled bark like muscular animals overgrown beyond all reason. Every space is filled with life: delicate, poisonous frogs war-painted like skeletons, clutched in copulation, secreting their precious eggs onto dripping leaves. Vines strangling their own kin in the everlasting wrestle for sunlight. The breathing of monkeys. A glide of snake belly on branch. A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down into the dark for their ravenous queen. And, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. This forest eats itself and lives forever. "


The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver

The only part that captured me