In the spring of 1987 I traveled from Kathmandu to Lhasa. This photo was taken on one of the high mountain passes.
That journey stayed with me for a long time, in fact it is stuck in a place at the back of my mind and makes an appearance every now and again to remind what I did when I was 26 years old.
It's the passage of time that surprises and scares me. It dificult to look at these photos; looking at the younger me, the freer me.
There are 4 other sets of negatives here that I could transfer onto CD but I'm not sure I could handle it.
That's says something I should take note of.
Tibet is still there. Those prayer flags are still there and the sky is still a deep blue there, but that 26 year old isn't there.
Build a bridge and get over it...
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Ushuaia Bay & Peaks
I spent 4 days in Ushuaia, Patagonia, which was a couple of days too long actually, but I couldn't get an earlier flight out so four days (and three nights) it was. The second day, the first full day, was the best, and indeed ranks pretty high in my list of all time best days. It was a perfect day; blue sky and sea and no wind. I walked all over the town, down to the bay, and then up to those mountains and the small glacier.
The one thing I now regret about not just the days in Ushuaia, but the whole Argentina and Chile trip was that I didn't draw anything. Those four days in Ushuaia could have been so productive and creative. Photographs are great, they document the place, but to draw something means to own it deep within you. To draw something means you open your eyes and really see. When you take a photograph you're not really looking at your subject, not as closely or as carefully or as intently as when you draw.
If I ever get the chance of a long trip again the first thing I will pack is my pen and sketchbook.
The one thing I now regret about not just the days in Ushuaia, but the whole Argentina and Chile trip was that I didn't draw anything. Those four days in Ushuaia could have been so productive and creative. Photographs are great, they document the place, but to draw something means to own it deep within you. To draw something means you open your eyes and really see. When you take a photograph you're not really looking at your subject, not as closely or as carefully or as intently as when you draw.
If I ever get the chance of a long trip again the first thing I will pack is my pen and sketchbook.
Friday, February 04, 2005
The Price of Fish
You know fish don't grow on trees. And they don't grow on the fishmonger's slab. They live in the deep cold ocean, and if you want to catch one you are going to have to get on a boat and sail way out on to that deep cold ocean and work like hell, and not sleep, and gut and cast the net, and haul it back in again, and sometimes those waves are so big, and the air is so cold that the salt water freezes on the cold iron of the ship. When you get back to port you have to pay off the loan on the boat.
And I think I have it bad sitting behind a desk telling office guys what an adjective is.
And I think I have it bad sitting behind a desk telling office guys what an adjective is.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Don't Mess With The Fowlers
We know who you are and we know where you live.
I was thinking this evening, as I was walking to the station to catch the train home after a pretty long day at work, that my son is the most perfect thing not just in my life but in this world. He is perfect and pure and everything else is corrupted and damned. He is an angel come down from heaven.
I hadn't realised how corrputed, imperfect and 90% shit everything is until he came.
Pity The Garden is only a temporary home. The snake is out there, just waiting with his knowledge of corruption and, I guess, opportunity.
So this is how it feels to be a father.
I was thinking this evening, as I was walking to the station to catch the train home after a pretty long day at work, that my son is the most perfect thing not just in my life but in this world. He is perfect and pure and everything else is corrupted and damned. He is an angel come down from heaven.
I hadn't realised how corrputed, imperfect and 90% shit everything is until he came.
Pity The Garden is only a temporary home. The snake is out there, just waiting with his knowledge of corruption and, I guess, opportunity.
So this is how it feels to be a father.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Plum Blossom
Just as I'm getting into my winter stride spring loams on the horizon.
The days are getting longer and this morning I found this plum blossom in a small orcahrd not far from the apartment.
I like the plum more than the cherry. It's not not as showy for a start. Those small white flowers are the first sign that even though you are still freezing your bollocks off on those early morning walks to the station, warmer days are coming.
The Earth continues to move around the sun. The seasons change. All things must pass.
They say that this spring Tokyo is going to suffer a pollen tsunami, due to the unusally long and hot summer we had last year. The city is about to dissolve in a sea of snot and tears.
The days are getting longer and this morning I found this plum blossom in a small orcahrd not far from the apartment.
I like the plum more than the cherry. It's not not as showy for a start. Those small white flowers are the first sign that even though you are still freezing your bollocks off on those early morning walks to the station, warmer days are coming.
The Earth continues to move around the sun. The seasons change. All things must pass.
They say that this spring Tokyo is going to suffer a pollen tsunami, due to the unusally long and hot summer we had last year. The city is about to dissolve in a sea of snot and tears.
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