Diary of nobody special . . .
“Jason said, "Yes. Gerard T. Giraffe."
What does the 'T' stand for?"
'The.”
Douglas Coupland - Hey Nostradamus!
At the end of Lockdown, a camera became the conduit.
A way of seeing, creating, questioning and above all appreciating what was there and also what was not there. How the imagination could play tricks with the light, alter the perception and create a collection of thoughts, moods and being.
Currently this site represents one year of images split into the four seasons. It just seemed to be a natural way of showcasing the cycles within cycles.
Rather than becoming involved with the scene, look for the seer. - Mooji
Having dedicated so much time trying to find some shape or form of life, a world event came along and forced us to spend time alone
Time . . . no need to rush . . . nowhere to be . . . just to be . . .
There it was, time alone. walking without destination, observing, wondeing. What had always been there suddenly became a lot more relevant than all of the distractions that had been temporarily removed.
Distractions, that keep you busy to prevent you stopping or slowing down. realising you have all you need, you were born with it.
“When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.”
Paulo Coelho - Eleven Minutes
Words were so important, books, music. Always searching for that new piece of inspiration, never sure of a way to proceed.
