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.
''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.''
2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)
Many stories and poems published worldwide.
My work is raw and from experience and observations.
I never studied writing and never will.