When next to the river I move with the tide.
I can see an underlying order, reason and proof.
I pick at the loose seam of fabric, and wait patiently for it to fray.
Yaegl Country
Choosing one window, one path.
I have been thinking about images for as long as I can remeber.
Grid lines
Carry fruit
Pack lunch
Hidden cash
Science fiction
Write each day
Practice walking
Practice honesty
Practice everything
Floss every morning
Forget to charge iPhone
Eat food, mostly veggies
Make lists, not too many
Let things move outwards
Pay attention to the season
When the season changes from ordinary to strange, the light begins to curdle at the edges. There is a sense of travel, shift, becoming, noticing. Forces beyond the ordinary, power, grief, the body, a fabric of being or a colour of life. Your senses are heightened and the ground beneath you begins to shift.
Kiln in Kyoto, Japan.
Smallest rock garden in Japan.
I will always remeber the cafe’s in Osaka, where you could only order buttered toast and coffee.
Magazine shop. I bought a sudoku book here.