Image 52 - Week 50.. SAF., The Daily Pilot., Expedia., Prophets and Facebook

Hyding in the Park

Complicated Simplicity

Sharing obvious and very public observations that are evident for everybody to see and biasedly defend is proving to be quite a hazardous past-time from what I see and read.., it appears; almost as much as settling for what is.. 

But.. and after all, where would we be now without 'the Mac', or that smartphone in your hand., or the electric windows in your air conditioned vehicle.; hey, in order to 'make a day of it'.., I too can ignore the dreary aspects of a location that I probably spend more time in 'there' than the supporters who decide to venture in only occasionally and then to lend their supportive presence to what is usually a 'tied, tried and tired' event.. Walk the streets dude..

We simply become distanced from that everyday thing when we remain close to the teabag we squeeze..; Prisouns and what really is a considered sentence..? Hanging out with routine only allows us to stay closer to safety while gradually distancing us from the Big Issue Vendors and broken/boarded up windows of everyday life..

The light, the light

Top Gun and Ice Man..

So., I got a pack of choc' digestives., took in some local art., learned a new word.. an' all before the lights and umbrellas..

Hi-De-Hi. went off the air in '88., but I heard the catchphrase repeated 25 years later for all the 'excited' cold and wet attendees either munching on hot dogs or lighting one up ..; Harry did his bit and honestly, would I., could I..?

Observing

The five event staff including the clipboarder, stood in a huddle around the tree in readiness for the official part of the official thing.. and all while looking over the barriers that hid the fallen baubles and trash that could quite easily have been picked  up to offer a slicker presentation for those of us taller than the three foot barrier separating us from the creative masterpiece and fine object d'art.. I guess it's just a different standard.. and with chewing gum stuck to the pavements and sodden diapers blowing around., why bother with little things like trash and fallen decorations on an official turn out.. and where exactly were you., 'cause I didn't see you..  Ahh, that fishbowl is indeed a comfortable size., for goldfish.., but if you want Koi., build a pond.. 

No., I don't think they've noticed yet dude

.. and I'm wrong..?

Perhaps the photos are somewhat manipulated (?), NO., nope,  they're as they are.! Sure, sure., harsh words., but true ones.. nonetheless..; there aren't enough hours in the day for me to satisfy my journey.. and certainly never enough spare ones to repeatedly stop by the plug socket..

But you'd be wrong

You could say that some certain places are motivated by a credit card, an image and shiny stuff., but when you've had experience of both, one could safely ascertain that other places appear to be inspired by wing-tips, floppy scarves, cheese sandwiches, tea and button down collared shirts..; hmm, no comparison you may offer,  but really, how can one debate a personal opinion.? The I.D. is simply a reflection of an opinion, observation and extreme naivety.., often made out of inexperience.. Speaking from experience., I prefer the actions to be ones that prove a proactivity, forward thinking., action committing originality.. and a language based on "yes, lets get this thing done."..; tea, excuses and indifference can wait for the rap party...

Hospitality and lights..; have you ever stopped and really looked at a brush stroke and marveled that it was painted on that canvas over one hundred years ago with nothing more than north light to lighten up the room/studio.?, often by a poor artist grounding their own paints.. and here we are, years and years later left speachless by the story, journey and probably in reality, just looking and thinking., "hmm, that's a pretty picture".., or worse., "I don't like it"..!

It's this simple., really

We see what we want to see.. and for most, we don't take that moment to look..; it's dark, it's town and besides, the fire's on..

Through the trash can

It's the view that's someone's proud to maintain

Real., or not real.?

So now it's down to being in development..; ideas are great and KU., nice, nice.., nice... I'm groovin' now..

If it's not there, in plain sight, it's usually a lot closer.. and if it's not that close, just reach inside and you can feel it beating against the insides of your chest..

50's finito

I'm

outta hee ah

It's just a piece of driftwood.., or is it.?

Thanks this week go/goes to the North Light - Magicians - Bosses Undercover - Hot Honey and Lemon - Sogno di Vino - Leicester Car Parks and Chievely Services

Image 52 - Week 49 .. Fergie Time., #Les 3 Vallees., The London Eye.. and

On-set, behind the scenes TV stuff

Requiring a spirtual guidance

Personal opinions and nothing more.. and should we voice them.?

Action

The Bigger Picture

is longer than

30 seconds

.. and that fishbowl is indeed a comfortable size., for goldfish.., but if you want Koi., build a pond..

I like jeans., I wear jeans and I need a new pair of jeans.. and I've been looking for a pair of jeans.. Now, here's where the problem lies.; I like Levis and my favourite old pair are now pretty thin, fraying and ready to give up the ghost on me.. They're nicely and naturally faded.; they just look and feel great., however...
They're 529's., low rise straight., made in Mexico, W32 L32 and fit as perfect as a pair of jeans should fit.., me., but.. and here's the big but..; trying to find a new pair that aren't slim, skinny, tapered, loose, baggy., pre torn, pre washed, indigo, pre creased., relaxed., hangin off one's ass or whatevah is like trying to find a miracle. I just want a pair of low rise straight Levis W32 :32., but nope.. they're all skinny, tapered crap thingies..
I also have a pair of great Animal's., W32 L32 SY122's.., again nice and lose through the thigh and hang over the shoe fantastically.. They too are worn evenly, but now kinda thin., but can I find anything loose than hangs over the shoe and boot that's also loose through the thigh..? NO .,no I bloody can't.. I'm over 18 and really think the skinny crap that's turned up and fits like a pair of tights, is as bad as a pair of speedos on a middle aged outta shape dude.. HELP.., pretty please..

Look no indigo, no fancy schmanzy rear stitched pockets that end somewhere at the back of the knee.., no funky stitched or nasty creases.. , no extra buttons, flaps or cuffs, just a pair of regular 529's, made in Mexico that I can wear with a total "yeah man., I've got it going on"., in an understated kinda attitude action deal gig thing..

Woof woof

Now., this language deal..; what's with this..? It seems like the whole rap, hip hop 'style' has made it to the UK and with a Midlands/Manchester/Liverpudlian/West Country/Geordie accent no less.. and when you hear that stuff spoken by a couple of young dudes or dudettes with a dialect and short cropped hair, you have to wonder..,'cause man, it sounds not only out there., but's as corny as a roll up cigarette and can of Stella...

Cropped hair and weathered skin that looks like a photo on the front cover of a National Geographic taken of a tribe in the Mongolian desert  adds to the whole current local style, so these jeans I'm after, are really an important purchase.., but.., I can't find them..

I've just seen a locally made video that's totally ripped off it's shots, script and idea from another.., far better acted and produced original.., but can't comment on it because it seems I'd only be doing so as a cynic.. and not as someone with first hand knowledge.., sadly.. ; but I guess a dreary bit of plagiarism needs supporting no matter how poorly it's been done.. I'd love to share the original though, but a deep breath and a few days will allow me the luxury of 'forgetting'. There has to be a standard set and maintained, surely, before being signed off on though (?).. It's how it's done here though..; don't crtitique 'cause it's deemed combative and being a poor sport is not what it's all 'boot man.. I just don't get the intended comparisons though.., I mean, here's the choice for ya.. Hawaii v Skegness.., Fiji v Fleetwood and Brazil v Bognor., so which would you chose.. and consider for a dream visit..? Why compare and why not simply put your own best foot forward rather than set yourself up for an obvious fall.. and fail.? and if all you've got is a faded bit of peeling tea room, Tescos and an audience with 79 year old Joan Collins., promote it., proudly..

Listening to coughing, watching sleeves and the back of hands being used to wipe a nose is draining me.. as much as being forced to take in the whole flask mentality..

Salmon,  red vino and Honey & Lemon Lockets are one a heck of a concoction, but I'm in and up for it.. "Raindrops keep falling on my head.."

I've got a couple of TV pilots coming up that I need to catch up with.., not to mention another visit to Somerset House, the Tate and the National Gallery.. Several revolutions of the Eye in London allowed me the fortunate experience of seeing a Director do his stuff while standing front and center for the comedic proposal that was rejected.. I just hope my reaction was one of natural shock otherwise it'll be on the cutting room floor.. I understand the dynamic station platform contribution I made with my very own prop is all over the one pilot which is going to cause a few days worth of hiding behind dark glasses in order to deal with the embarresment of my debut as an SA..

I was also very., extremely lucky to have been around the lights being set up for an interview that I was able to shoot a few stills for..  It was a personal thrill, huge honour and yet another check mark I can make on my bucket list.. Meeting someone who's iconic work you're well aware of and followed is a treat beyond any senses I'm able to share in a few written words.., but the feeling I'm left with will stay for a long, long time.. - thanks you multi award nominated CC..

A photog.

This whole seven degrees of separation and Kevin Bacon jobby is unbelievable, but now I can say I've been as close as one can get without hearing her voice to Ms. BB and her cigar.. Geez., I'm one lucky motrucker.. 

Oh yes., videos., originality.. and events..; did anyone see that lightshow, sound and wild annual thingy from Louisiana..?, or where you caught up with brewing the contents from that kettle..? I know the whole organ and balloon deal is huge, but I kinda think Beyonce blew it out of the stadium.., That's just me and my opinion though..

Kinda sad to see Mario Balotelli go., NOT.. Phew, sometimes I wish I were better able to describe the way my skin crawls when faced with not being able to ignore certain obvious behaviors.. Nasty, nasty., nasty..

Skin's crawling

Oh yeah., I just had a thought.., thanks to the Southern Hemisphere..; very cool..

"Does anybody know the way to Block Buster"

I've developed a choc' digestive addiction, while the back of my fleece is becoming worn as a result of the camera I wear across my shoulder and that flaps around the small of my back .. and let's not mention the sounds of an out of control helicopter landing that my laptops' been making..

What is it with chips., roots and English TV..? and why Dallas.., but at least the days are getting longer..

I left my roaming selection switched on my ageing HTC.. and boy do I have a bill this month.., but kudos to my provider for their great and hugely satisfactory response.; I guess it pays to just ask, come clean and keep your fingers crossed.. Thank you.. 

Oh yes, I've shaken off the flu virus I had for three weeks, but feel as though 'something's' happening to my throat AGAIN.. I guess I'm not dealing with this lovely coastal winter temperature and damp air..

I'm not sure how original The Fortunes are, but hey., along with the Antique Fair, the Pavilion is going to be a rockin' 

G'luck

"you've got your troubles" 

Huge thanks to Matt Damon for standing in for Jimmy Kimmel and good luck to Jimmy Kimmel in his new time slot.; très

cool

  

There are times when it's just a case of taking a deep breath

 

Week 49's done and dusted

Mas Tequila and Susan Tedeschi baby

Thanks this week go/goes to new Kiwis - Female Photographers - Photojournalists - Frank Lampard - Skype - Social Media - Sammy Hagar -  Levis - f2.8 and Groynes

 

Image 52 - Week 48.. Tea.., Abramovich., Mr.Bean and

Made for walking

Windows

and catching up

Reading 'bout pj's., onesies., being wrapped up in bed by 8.30pm.., staying in bed all morning.. and all that talk of tea.., being undercover of something that keeps us warm and dry., having to use lights in the daytime, along with the usual reasons why I don't expect to see anyone I know out and about today..; infact, I'm not sure I'm expecting anybody to be out and about today.. It's this day, it's that day. Reasons, excuses uh..!

Day job

I used to sleep before I found the internet.. I used to do a lot of things on a clear day.., but being surrounded by four walls, closed windows and inhaling man made heat wasn't any of those things I'd look forward to being imprisoned by..

Keeping busy

The wind's splattering the windows with driving rain so forceful that I'm not sure the walls aren't moving.., or maybe that's just me, climbing them.; not a cloud in the sky., just an atmosphere of uninterrupted and solid greyness.. The people silence that accompanies this stuff is overwhelmingly obvious; it's a day full of inactivity, well, unless you take away walking to the kitchen, or using your thumbs for the remote control or keyboard, or index finger for the switch on., yes, you've guessed it., THE kettle.. It reeks of the fact that people are more than likely inside, boiling yet more water to add to their stained bit of pottery.., texting, probably searching for Bridget Jones' Diary.., or some trilogy or another.. and totally unaware that there are people in this world, able to ride their bikes along a boardwalk or take a drive with their windows open.., or can you believe, a walk without being cold, blown off their feet or having to find a layer that'll keep them dry enough to reach the next sheltered spot.. There's not enough clothing, or storage space to accommodate a seasons required wardrobe here..
Feet are soaked, legs/Levis saturated, faces grimacing as a result of the torturous conditions., frowns indicating a life not happy with the day and noses as red as Rudolph's... Hands stuck firmly and deeply in pockets, shoulders hunched tighter than an Amazon.com electrical goods purchase..

Yep., I know where and what I'm going to do., find the baseball cap., waxed coat and fully expect to get my feet and knees soaked.; bring on today's adventure..

There aren't any smiles., there's only one direct route to where ever anybody is going.. and god help us if we get caught in the way.. Nope., no windows open today..; a day of artificial heating, unnatural lighting and the distant sounds of wet roads swishing under rubber and sirens wailing..

There's always the editing route., or counting the drips running down the glass.. Amazing what freedom really, truly is to a person.. Freedom to me is about choices and the fact that I don't particularly want to get a soaking, or have to gaze out on a ANother dreary painting of life.., but.., it looks as though while I can address the window deal by getting out and avoid having to look through one.,. I am going to get drenched.
Geez., how do folk deal with this constant creek and groan.? Ahh, yes.,  the chipped tea pot..

choices and patience

My god, how would we cope with actual choices..,  
choice to 'move' about in space and with time.. Hmm, today's view..

Hmm., one or two folk have short fuses and little patience.., damn it..!, this keyboard just got stuck, for a nano of a second..  

I sat for 15 whole minutes trying to get the thing working and ended up mentioning it to ole Ricky Head here, only for him to question my patience.. I then watched  him try to figure out the reason why the beat up piece of crap wasn't working only to see him go through a total melt down as the time clicked over one full  minute..!! and he laid into me for my lack of patience..

I drove in with someone today and now know every car park by name.. and every new building.., not to mention how busy the roads were.. and the fact that now it's a doctors surgery when it used to be a much bigger car park.. I was also made aware when driving round the flooded round-about the drains weren't working properly..; now, I know I didn't do a weather degree at college and I fully accept that I'm not the brightest spark on the block, but..

Today's the date that I passed my drivers test, all those years ago., in a brand new Model T..; thank you Mr. Henry Ford., but phew, those hill starts were a bummer and when I hit the brakes for that emergency stop, that car shook, rattled and rolled.. I remember feeling kinda sorry for my examiner., especially when I saw his feet go through the floor boards

Front line stain

I watched as a neewbie 'puter person played Solitaire on the computer for an hour (at least), at the instructions of a 'lead' who thought by playing, she would get the hang of the mouse.. I also heard the most outrageous phone rings that came in full blast.. I mean, are folk truly aware..!

I heard that big sigh and need for everyone to know how 'exhausted' and frustrated he was, just for answering his phone.. Know what I mean Harry.. He even turned to me and said, 'why does everything feel like a rush when you're in here.; jeepers.!' .. and he's been sat besides me for all of under 5 whole minutes..! so far..!.. and why do some people appear to HAVE to pound those keys., man.!

Hmm, Abramovich has done it AGAIN.., surprise, surprise..; shock horror, shock.. I mean., I can't understand and believe it.. Good ole Roman..; Mr. Consistency.. Why would anybody want that job., well other than for the huge salary and severance check they'll get.., 'cause longevity and job satisfaction ain't happening there.., that's for sure.

Week 48 out

Hi., bye

 

Thanks this week go/goes to Bruce Willis - Rowan Atkinson - Raul Labrador - Steven Tyler - Georgia May Jagger and Huell Howser