Graffiti On The Cycle Path

Trip to see my brother in Holland.

^ My favorite and the saddest photo ^

The Prettiest Cakes I Have Ever Eaten

Spot the odd one out.

Yum!

Slowly awakened.
The sun shinning through the opened curtains.
They shine,
They dance,
Caught in the light..

...they are beautiful.

Small dots of dust,
But how they sparkle.
I lie there - watching...

...mesmerized.

The eyes of a child...

A young boy playing hangman with a stranger on the train...

"Are you lying?
You must be,
All grown ups tell lies."

Waiting...

Cold....

No Information...

Time Passes...

So cold...

Waiting for the last train home.

I look around.

Geometric Patterns.

Repetition.

I look up.

Light separated by strict, bold lines.

A warm orange glow kept out.

Skerries Mill -Dublin

After a tiring walk to the top of Maul Famau,
I was greeted with a little suprise..
...a natural heart on an old stoney wall.

A little treasure.

Hassal Green Church -Pink!

It's The Little Details I That I Love

Cover for Stained Glass Heroes

I had been sitting there for a while.
Just watching.
Feels like there is tension in the air tonight.
Everyone's waiting for something to happen.
...Great expectations...

A young guy comes along.
He keeps looking in the doorway.
I can't see what he is looking at,
But I wish I could.

Has someone left something?
Is he reading something? A sign? Graffiti?
I watch in wonder.

He walks towards the benches.
An unusual chap.
I look and give a smile hoping he will share his secret with me.

He does...
"Do you know if there is an out of hours letterbox for books?
There used to be one in my old library."

I go with him to investigate the letterbox he has found.
We discuss it.
It seems to go into the library but there is no obvious sign.

He takes the risk.
Posts his books inside,
And after a couple of seconds there is a Clunk.

He goes on his way.
And I sit back on my bench.

I put my hand in my pocket to feel the envelopes inside.
I wrap my hands around them,
Wishing I had had the courage to give one to him.

Suddenly he starts shouting "F*** You!... Yeah You!"
He bangs on the window.
People start to look round.
And they each get the same response.

His reasoning? :
"What are people gonna do if you say it to them?
Nothing! They are scared of you."

The guy with him stays as quiet as possible.

His attention turns back to the train man.
The same words repeated.

Then he says it:
"I just got out of prison today - What you gonna do?
Send me back?"

And sure enough the police turned up.