Thursday, January 13, 2011

Birds of a feather.

Hold it together.
Birds of a feather.
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer.
Spreading the cancer.
You are the faith inside me.
No, Don't, leave me to die here.
Help me survive here, alone.
Don't Remember!
Remember!

Put me to sleep, Evil Angel.
Open your wings, Evil Angel.
I'm a believer.
Nothing could be worse.
All these imaginary friends.
Hiding betrayal.
Driving the nail.
Hoping to find a saviour.
No, don't, leave me to die here.
Help me survive here, alone.
Don't Surrender!
Surrender!

Put me to sleep, Evil Angel.
Open your wings, Evil Angel.
Fly over me, Evil Angel.
Why can't I breathe, Evil Angel.

Location: Stellenbosch
Film
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Friday, January 7, 2011

Little Plaything.

"Strawberry Hill is a little plaything house that I got out of Mrs Chenevix's shop, and is the prettiest bauble you ever saw. It is set in enamelled meadows, with filigree hedges.”
Horace Walpole

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Last of the Last

"Change is inevitable. Change is constant." - Benjamin Disraeli
The last photograph I took in my flat. It was a beaut; the flat I mean.
Definitely one for the books.
x

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Snowy morning mountain.


Misty mountains; covered with little splats of soft snow.
Let's play. x

Monday, November 29, 2010

[play]time.







The true objective of all human life is to play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.
G K Chesterton