Christmas tree tragedy

Hmmm. Well. It's certainly festive.

-- Post From My iPhone

Christmas Camerons

Oh bum. They've made quite a nice Christmas card I think. I'm not a big fan of using the family, but it's quite interesting to see what they've done here. Clearly some bloody good photographer's been whirring away with the DSLR, making them laugh, relaxing them all.

And then in the cuts it just didn't look right. Too staged, too stilted. But aha, what about that one - kids yelling and David distracted, mind on something more important than just a photo, Sam holding the fort with the other two children. That's the one. It has something, it says more about the family than a straight portrait.

Very good. Especially when you compare it to Gordon's. Oh dear.

Wired

Finally got hold of the first series of The Wire. I am now devouring it like Galactus and the universe. Oh it's good. It is so good.


-- Post From My iPhone

Reflections & inversions

Just like the cloud splashing shot I like this one. Left the shutter open and this is what I got.

Reflections suggest the existence of parallel universes.
Sometimes a comforting thought, alive with possibilities.
These dark reversions show a dead land, empty
Quiet and pulling light from this place.


-- Post From My iPhone

Doppelgangers

Now, you'll know that I was blessed from a very early age with absolutely zero head hair. Yes yes I know. A real blessing. An inbuilt rain hat etc. Oi Kojak. Yup. Loving it. As George Costanza once said to a date of Elaine's who thought he might be losing his thatch: "LIVE damn you. Live as you have never lived before"

Anyhow. I've come to terms with it now and no longer sit at home in a wig drinking cheap gin.

The other day I happened to cross the path of David Yelland, former Sun editor, committed baldy and glasses wearer. We both paused. There was a beat. I swear to god we both thought: shit, that's me! Wait!

It was a weird moment.

-- Post From My iPhone

Still centre in the middle of whirling chaos

Still centre in the middle of whirling chaos, originally uploaded by Rougefern.

We were frozen out there in the middle of Syon Park, nearing the end of the Enchanted Woodland walk. Loads of trees and plants, beautifully and spookily lit up, dry ice floating around the place and a bit of the old Edward Scissorhands music coming up at us from out of the flowerbeds.

The children adore being out at night. The dark is a really novel experience for them, and they are now at the ages where magic, fairies, pixies and gnomes have a real impact on their lives. This walk is a great warm up act to the first window of the advent calendar, and early thoughts about letters to Father Christmas.

This pic I like because it shows the Nip calm in the midst of whirling energy. And that's how I see her.

Cove at Borth y Gest

Quick bit of poetry from the summer that wasn't right and wasn't right, and then improved when I let go of it a bit. Sitting in this lovely, tiny cove in Wales in August when it should have been sweltering, but was actually simultaneously hot, cold and windy.


Hot winds jut against slant slate crops,
Against the sea's surge inward, into the cove,
A swarm of sand scours people from the beach,
And sun umbrellas tumble cowering to hide.

Kites shred into the sky against ragged clouds,
As the sun beats an early rhythm out against sea and slate.