There's a grinding reality to the death toll, and grey mornings don't help the anticipation of the latest 'figures', one person every five minutes was the last headline that caught my attention before bed last night. That one person is everything to so many others, and consequently the misery mounts exponentially as the virus multiplies.... Continue Reading →
Diary of dislocation, day six…
This morning felt lazy and quiet and for awhile, silent. Other than the constant backdrop of the virus, our awareness of its consequences, and the strangeness of 'lockdown', today revealed itself to be dominated by two things. First, the endless interminable repetition of the opening bars of Bohemian Rhapsody, as someone (nameless), in our house... Continue Reading →
Diary of dislocation, day five…
Today I managed to see my long time friend - Tom Cahill, of sometime American, occasionally French and now mostly British personage, a Quaker, Anarchist, Cyclist, Tai Chi practitioner and 'old guy' who lives near enough for me to avoid arrest for unnecessary travel and who needed some shopping. We sat a long way from... Continue Reading →
Diary of dislocation, day four…
So today was all about working from home (wfh), reading the work of students, taking delivery of a parcel (Joel's birthday), speaking with colleagues, and now and again hunting for interesting light, or otherwise annoying my family with a camera. One of the things I enjoy most about photography is the way it allows you... Continue Reading →
Diary of dislocation, day three…
I want to document something of this strange and dislocating period we're living through, this post-Brexit, new-Pandemic, stay at home moment.