Mo

So you can see it as it's meant to be seen
(at least on screen)

Books

This is my best attempt at BBC World Service Pronunciation

Somewhere To Disappear

Check it out!

http://www.somewheretodisappearthefilm.com/

Kras

Walk in the woods

Had a good day . . .

When you look at this, think of a couple bathed in light deep in the forest . . . . that's Angie and me :-)

Kras

The Beer Festival

On Monday night I heard the sad news that an old drinking mate of mine had passed away this Summer. Not through drink, but from a massive epileptic fit (which he'd suffered with all his life).

I had a request for some pictures of him to feature in this years programme, and as I went through all my old pictures (and videos) one thing kept showing, and that was what a smiley, friendly and funny bloke he was. Not one shot showed him with a sad face. That says a lot.

I will greatly miss you Stuart from this years Beer Festival. May you rest in "Barrel Heaven"

Stuart in 2006

Stuart in 2010

Stuart Rayment R.I.P.

Kras

A big announcement

No I've not joined Magnum (Solero more like). At 3pm today The Stone Roses will announce their resurrection. For many this is bigger than the return of Jesus H.


Personally I recon they should remain in music heaven with the clash. It was what it was and all that. But there's dosh in them there resurrections

(Check your mail buddy)


Update


We'll, they''ll be playing two dates at Heaton Park which is about two miles from my house. They'll be  touring to but the gig in Heaton Park should top them all. I know a fair few touts and one of my oldest friends is friends with Ian Brown, so getting a ticket won't be an issue, so if Mr & Mrs Smith want a place to stay and the best place to see the Roses play,  I'll put my cynicism aside and have it with you

It's not often

I knew the moment I pressed the shutter today that this is one of my all time personal faves.

Pulping apples at Growing Together Community Garden, Southend

Kras

Mr. Soth

To disappear and dream.





Kras

Faith in what you're doing

The people that placed everything you see here in this photograph are gone.
I'm certain that I'd not have been making this post had
they never had been here.

But they were here.

Jesus H Christ they were here

I'm talking about Diane's parents Vincent & Maureen. They took a kid from the streets off the streets and gave him a home. They made a girl that would lead him to it, and through it, changed his life.


They're gone, it's true. But not from me



Sean

Childs play

"Such pictures appeal to you because they are natural; they show the children as they are, among every day home surroundings"

Amen to that

Sean

A Diary of Healing

I had typed long intro for Christopher Capozziellos A Diary of Healing but Mary Anns words and Christopher's pictures are all that's needed.





Sean

Break on through Cat

Today was a sad day. Our friend Cat Johnson was buried today. A truly amazing woman. She helped Angie and I so much.

Just break on through Cat!

Kras

What a ride

This image of the Antennae galaxies is the sharpest yet of this merging pair of galaxies. During the course of the collision, billions of stars will be formed. The brightest and most compact of these star birth regions are called super star clusters.

Just a ride

Boys at Bus Stop




I turned 40 last week. I guess that's a big event but lets face it, the two most important days in your life is the day you're born and the day you check out. All the rest? Well, like the late great Bill Hicks said...

Happy Birthday Billy Boy

The old man would have been 75 today. My younger brother, Liam, asked me if I'd like to go visit the grave today. "You don't really go to graves do you" he said. I told him I'd go for him, that I prefer looking after the living.

Still, he might let me be and make his own way down.

You Can Have It
Philip Levine

My brother comes home from work
and climbs the stairs to our room.
I can hear the bed groan and his shoes drop
one by one. You can have it, he says.

The moonlight streams in the window
and his unshaven face is whitened
like the face of the moon. He will sleep
long after noon and waken to find me gone.

Thirty years will pass before I remember
that moment when suddenly I knew each man
has one brother who dies when he sleeps
and sleeps when he rises to face this life,

and that together they are only one man
sharing a heart that always labors, hands
yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps
for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?

All night at the ice plant he had fed
the chute its silvery blocks, and then I
stacked cases of orange soda for the children
of Kentucky, one gray boxcar at a time

with always two more waiting. We were twenty
for such a short time and always in
the wrong clothes, crusted with dirt
and sweat. I think now we were never twenty.

In 1948 in the city of Detroit, founded
by de la Mothe Cadillac for the distant purposes
of Henry Ford, no one wakened or died,
no one walked the streets or stoked a furnace,

for there was no such year, and now
that year has fallen off all the old newspapers,
calendars, doctors’ appointments, bonds,
wedding certificates, drivers licenses.

The city slept. The snow turned to ice.
The ice to standing pools or rivers
racing in the gutters. Then bright grass rose
between the thousands of cracked squares,

and that grass died. I give you back 1948.
I give you all the years from then

to the coming one. Give me back the moon
with its frail light falling across a face.

Give me back my young brother, hard
and furious, with wide shoulders and a curse
for God and burning eyes that look upon
all creation and say, You can have it.

That's a bigun

polyfoto The Natural Photography

"polyfoto is the only system of photography giving natural and truly characteristic portraits, since the sitter can move and converse freely whilst the 48 photographs are being taken"

Number 13 is my fave

Fascinating website   here


Kras


edit:

Been through the whole collection of photos (and letters) this afternoon. Right at the bottom was this tiny cut out from (another?) polyfoto sheet. I'm guessing this was her fave photo from the "Natural Photography". I like it in a way, but having seen so many other shots of her as a child and growing up through the years to an old lady, I prefer my choice.

Number 26 - Jean Gordon

Kras