In my limited spare time, I try to write or create videos and this can be a challenge in itself with a 6 month old. Hello! Daddy wants to write! Ahhhhhhh, but sometimes even I need a break from it. Clearly I can't go roaming the landscape taking exotic panoramas like I did when I was younger (and I've got lots of great shots from years of travelling so one day I may put some up), so with limited options, what the hell, I trek into the back yard.
Yep, the freakin back yard.
Even the most mundane item has a type of beauty to it, if you look in a certain way. (Plenty of ugliness too but that's another story).
So here the first day's shots and a few days later I again donned the khaki outfit and the AK-47 and went back for Round 2.
(click photo to enlarge).
It's a distraction from poems, videos and stories, but after the next part, I'll post an actual story and we can all drink a Irish coffee and sing a song.
(Gimme a break, I got serious baby brain).
Hope to see you then.
Nice to see you.
I grew up rural working class. Much of my work is raw and from experience.
Many stories and poems published worldwide.
2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)
''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''