Unfinished, Florence.
Like so much, the shape emerges taking form. An idea from Michelangelo, the idea is there, the skill, in a room with the David. To see what can be achieved.
Emerging From Stone.
I Turn Up, They Pay Me.
I Turn Up, They Pay Me.
Each Day I get up and I go to work,
Sometimes I do things to make stuff happen,
whatever happens when I turn up,
they pay me.
Pipe fittings, gate valve and non-return valve on the steam plant. My day job, is to fix things, I like to think that after all my time I am reasonable at it now.
Words
Clear mountain cold with blue sky ice edging the river.
The still and crunchy cold of childhood,
wet woollen gloves and the need for a hot bath.
I have a need to head to the mountains to find some snow.
Ruins in the Countryside.
Headed out for a short walk with a friend. I’ve been looking at this barn for a while now, wanting to take some pictures. Finally did it. I like the Black and White edit, although I may post some colour for comparison later. Hope you’re all ok out there, let me know how things are going in your world. The UK is extra sucky right now.
A Single Image.
One shot from the Bios des Vincennes. A while ago now, but I still keep coming back to this group of images on my PC. I don’t know if it is the form and strength of the angels at each corner, or the classic lines of the whole piece. Either way, I am held by it and the sadness of the face.
A walk through the world between places 