Infinitely Distracting

Simultaneous click 20.07.2024 3:23 ↓

Mel’s adopting dad hands her the mail, there at the door in his to-the-knee shorts with too many pockets and those glasses that he has never broken or lost

Missing members 13.07.2024 6:08 ↓

An unexpected visit.

The hollow that she left 06.07.2024 6:11 ↓

Grass is powdered with dew, air at a standstill, river lying belly up boasting the sun's first glee.

This exquisite thrill 29.06.2024 6:35 ↓

Necessity, the mother of invention.

Routine Saturday night affair 22.06.2024 4:25 ↓

Saturday night down at the pool. Things go as unplanned.

Does the city have a heart 15.06.2024 4:57 ↓

Night withdraws and routine is bathed once more in morning glory.

Natty twist to his genes 08.06.2024 4:57 ↓

Music sails out through an open star-filled window. The band members decamp to sit before the lunar light of a black and white television, watching a late-night movie—The Razor's Edge, The Day of the Triffids, The Misfits—scraps of thought just wisps of smoke, pouring cheap time from a bottle.

Well into the night 01.06.2024 5:37 ↓

Bursting into bloom like blossoms driven by spring, taking the world by surprise anew… again,

Build our own thing 25.05.2024 4:25 ↓

Use big brushes and make broad strokes.

Limp-wristed jazz drumming 18.05.2024 5:31 ↓

Speaking of the immense and immediate gratification that music appears to bring.

Audaciousness, ambition and immense indifference 11.05.2024 4:48 ↓

Everyone was in a band, weren't they? The rehearsal space is a disused garment factory, divided and subdivided, preoccupied by various factions and formations.

Wide-eyed affirmative wink 04.05.2024 7:15 ↓

Going down the Valley to band rehearsal. What could be better than that.

Romance, reverie and revelry 27.04.2024 4:02 ↓

The rehearsal space is an abandoned undergarment factory at the lower end of town. Don't ask why, but rehearsal time ... is always a delight.

All the more miraculous 20.04.2024 4:03 ↓

He is not smirking at all, simply has that kind of face.

Before we are born 13.04.2024 4:51 ↓

Imagining, or remembering what it was like. Mel has a bath.

Before we are born 13.04.2024 4:51 ↓

This is what it is like before we are born.

That which is to come 06.04.2024 4:09 ↓

Patience is a virtue. The arteries of the city run slow. Brake lights and indicators ablink and aglow in the dusk haze. Day is clearly fading and night closing in.

Evening peak hour tailback 30.03.2024 4:48 ↓

In peak hour city tailback, a string of red lights stretching ahead to where the evening is and to everything that could happen there.

Momentarily startling the day 23.03.2024 5:06 ↓

Finding things in the most unexpected of places.

Where hope lives 16.03.2024 5:09 ↓

Melody went to work, on the building site, or was it a demolition.

This is real life too 09.03.2024 5:47 ↓

Fragments found in pockets.

Where non-specific craving dwells 02.03.2024 5:12 ↓

What is this; renovation or demolition? No-one seems to know for sure.

Reckless abandon on downhill stretches 24.02.2024 6:29 ↓

I don’t know why I am telling you all this, or in fact if you are still listening.

Deep within the hardwood 17.02.2024 5:12 ↓

I am simply providing background, sketching in some detail, of little to no importance but distracting all the same.

We thrived on motion 10.02.2024 4:26 ↓

I was soon to be discovered as a fraud and forthwith denied further access to higher educational facilities and instruction. (This week's image - street graffiti, Barcelona.)