Thursday, 13 August 2015


Last night they said the sky would be full of shooting stars. A veritable spectacular blizzard of meteorites, they said. And the night sky was clear of clouds. So I spent an hour after midnight getting my neck stiff and saw just the ONE f**ker. And yes, the camera was open, but the lens was too slow for the meteor to show up. Double Drat...

So instead, here's last month's once in a blue moon, Moon.

Monday, 27 July 2015

Art for Art's Sake. Or perhaps cash...

That'll be $90,000 please, thank you!

That's how much people are paying for Richard Prince's art. Well, if you consider it actually art. His art. You see, he takes images from other people on Instagram, adds a few 'comment' words, then prints them up big and sells the result. Intrigued, I went along to see his gallery show in London. Four pages of BS hand-out written by the artist doesn't really convince me to his cause. Although his chosen images are strong, you can't escape the fact they aren't his. But I guess it's true his artistic vision has arguably brought these images to public view, when otherwise they would be lost. A grey disturbing area indeed. If you like this kind of art, save yourself $89,950 and print one of your own choosing from your own screen print of other peoples art, like from Richard Prince's own web site. Now wouldn't that be ironic...

Sunday, 28 June 2015


Scott was magnificent. Ripped, as the young say. Nothing like his skinny and dissolute father, where ever he might be. He'd re-appeared just once, years back, to see if he could tap the wealth of his famous son. But Scott would have none of it. I'd never been so proud. Until now.
'Here's some sweet tea, you want anything else, just call.'
'No, mom.'
'Some more biscuits?'
'Mom, no more biscuits, or cake, I'm fine, ok?'
The irritation in his voice hurt, but it was the defeat in his face that tore my heart out.
'Sorry, mom. For everything.'
I sat beside him on the bed and took his hand. I could barely feel him squeeze in return, fingers boney, skin as slack as my own. There wasn't anything more to say. Perhaps I would have judged, disapproved. And of course, I should have known. Should have guessed. Too busy working on my manuscripts to notice or care. I was as good as his no-good Dad. 
Then he smiled. And I recognized that smile, it shone down from every movie poster, every photo. He was still with me. 
'Hey mom, read me some of your latest …'
We both understood. 
I began the final chapter.

(200 word flash story [plus or minus 10]  inspired by a photo and word prompt on the blog FlashFriday! Each week you have to write a story based on a photo and word prompt within the day. This is my first effort and compared to the others, not really good enough. It's challenging though, and I need that stick poking into me).

The Fallen

The friction-burn sears into tightened fingers. Release! The body unerringly knows where to find grip and then - push! I lean forward, fingers splayed anticipating the next move, muscles tense and bunched, the power within ready to be released.
‘Hey, Jack! You like that? Impressive high-bar work, huh?’
I relax and allow the tension to flow away from my body. At least from the part that I can still feel.
‘Sure, Tom, I like that’.
‘Listen Jack, he’s good but you were better, ya know?’
Yeah, I silently agree. But for the accident, I could have gotten gold.
‘Push me home, Tom.’

(Flash story in 100 words inspired by the above photo)


‘Do you take cheques?’
The barman shook his head with the adopted expression of a man who’d just stepped into dog-shit while Bret counted his loose change malevolently into his personal puddle of beer on the bar.
Bret then tore the picture of his wife’s new man and his son into quarters. Some anniversary!
Downing his pint, feeling like a marionette controlled by an incompetent puppeteer, he walked unsteadily over to her.
Courage fuelled, the challenge was now to simply to speak.
In a voice he barely recognised he managed to ask the fateful question:
‘Would you like to dance?’

(A flash story told in 100 words - no more, no less - inspired by the above photo)

Friday, 19 June 2015


As it's the 200 year anniversary of this little skirmish with Boney, I thought I'd post this little battle re-enactment photo.

Tuesday, 9 June 2015


Found an interesting site that is powered by Adobe and which showcases some really excellent art, design and photography as projects. Called Behance, it allows you can create a 'project' that you then thematically link images into a set. A nice way of showing and hopefully getting work noticed. Here then, are my first two projects. I now need to think about new projects and also trawl my archives and create suitable new projects. Keeps me busy I suppose...

The Plantation

Trams & The People of Prague

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Great GrandMama

So I was walking around on my own exploring and of course overheating, so this modern cool looking 'coffee shop' seemed like a good idea. It wasn't air-conditioned but the ceiling fans were welcomingly cooling. I sat down in one of the comfortable leather chairs and ordered a coffee. Around me it was very quiet with just a few scattered people deep into their laptops and books and a solitary very elderly lady sitting in the window, watching the world go past. Turns out the coffee shop was not a coffee shop at all but a Buddhist library... I did wonder why I was told to remove my shoes upon entering.

I asked one of the attendants (they weren't waitresses it turns out despite them promptly responding to my snapping fingers) if they knew the old lady in the window. Yes, they do it seems, and I'm told she's the mother of another woman, sitting not far to me. I strike up a conversation and discover the old lady has lived her whole life here in Penang and is ninety-seven. I gently ask if I can take the elderly ladies picture and, assuring her it was nothing commercial, she readily agreed to ask her mother permission The old lady was perhaps a little bemused but happily agreed to allow me take a couple of snaps, the results of which are above. The portrait I've removed as blogger has decided to adjust the contrast to how it feels it should be! Here is a link to where it's displayed properly.

Her daughter turned out to be a polite but rather fierce Chinese matron who worked as a volunteer in my supposed coffee shop. She proceeded to inform me of her strong political views as to China and the world as well as her mother's life story and it was with no little difficulty that some time later that I, a stumbling stupid tourist, eventually escaped back into the heat of the day more knowledgable than he was. 

Friday, 15 May 2015

Dim Sum

"Why this stoopid tourist ask me to do this? He wan dim sum or not? Sillyrirriot."

He was actually much friendlier than he looks. And his Dim Sum was even more delicious than they looked, and you have to say they look pretty damned good. Much better breakfast than a full English I'd say.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Old Town, Old man.

While walking in the old quarter of George Town, Penang, I spotted this elderly gentleman taking a stroll. Who needs a pavement when you can just follow the lines on the road...

Monday, 11 May 2015

Art and the Tourist

The Lithuanian artist, Ernest Zacharevic has created a demand to visit Penang, a small Malaysian Island, far outstripping expectations by his quirky wall art.

Proof that stoopid tourists flock here....

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

The Election...

In Hanoi, I found this man struggling in his own way to understand the various  political agenda's of the upcoming British elections...