An old pic my brother took of me dicking about with my bass.
I find that when I slip into a depressive state, the same few songs keep finding their way onto my playlist. This is one of them. It just hits kinda close to home sometimes.
Break me
Hold me
I don’t feel safe
No more
I don’t feel like no-one’s gonna save us
There’s no way around
Don’t tell me it’s gonna be alright
at night, when she lets his hair free, he is once more another constellation, the arms of a thousand equators against his pillow, waves of it between them in their embrace and in their turns of sleep. she holds an indian goddess in her arms, she holds wheat and ribbons. as he bends over her it pours. she can tie it against her wrist. as he moves she keeps her eyes open to witness the gnats of electricity in his hair in the darkness of the tent.
Concentration.
Another instalment of “What I’m listening to”…
Panic Switch by the Silversun Pickups. Watch this video.
Seriously.
Just watch it.
Little moth dude that was chilling out by the front door.
I had another version of this uploaded before, but I wasn’t happy with the way I’d cropped it.
Wanderers.
Threatening my brother with a slow and painful death if he took a photo.
He will be sorely missed.
Pardon the terrible camera phone pic, but the replacement for my beloved old Canon 28-70 F2.8 (R.I.P) arrived today. Curious to try out the IS on the big Tamron.
Mural.
Not sure which I like. Colour or black and white? Selective colour?
Another take on the street scene I posted some time ago, this time in colour.
Sydney Streets.
Flower Shop.
Chrome.
Q:You take spectacularly cute snaps, makes me happy.
Thankyou. I try, and it’s nice to see that sometimes it works.
