I didn’t know it yet but the people I was about to meet would go on to change my outlook on life profoundly. It probably happens to them all the time but this was to come as quite a surprise when it hit me a couple of years down the line. The lift doors almost… Continue reading A lovely bouncy Tigger like man.
I have a friend that has this theory. He thinks we are walking blindly into the next dark age where much of the data we are endlessly recording about our lives will be lost for future historians because of the simple idea of digital incompatibility. In the same way there are gaps in human history… Continue reading Words on a bike.
Sunday is becoming adventure day. To quote Harry Dean Stanton, ‘Together they turned everything into a kind of adventure and she liked that. Just an ordinary trip down to the grocery store was full of adventure’, And here, to me, us, c’est le meme. Last Sunday our little Pyrenean day trip was interrupted by a flouro… Continue reading The oldest crit in the west (or, how I re-learned to stop worrying and love the prime lens).
I like London. For me it’s maybe the best thing about the UK. I was born there. Grew up there. Left and went back and worked there. Left again and now, occasionally visit there. When I go back to the UK, it’s always London I fly into. It is not perfect, it has too much… Continue reading A special little corner of a big dirty wonderful city.
Three days living in oxygen sealed trade expo domes done. Point Land Rover toward Alps, press go. Exchange the Truman show for the Sound of Music. Roads narrow, wind and steepen. Vistas get better and better. Each elevation revealing an even better snapshot opportunity. Where is critical mass of a mountain ridge line? Not for another few… Continue reading Shoots Moots.