"publish elsewhere" not really or only a few things shared for most specific reasons...failed... all entirely new imagery here in effect and i couldt give a fig if no one else ever sees. They are only for one person.
But what is so often the truly evocative and or poignant and or dramatic element in any image, it is what is NOT in it. Or who is not there. As in not very good pretty pics of bluebell woods not far from my soon to be ex abode.... no one ever came. Even the artists and togrifers... or people moved here to "enjoy neighchair.." may as well be standing on the chair with rope around their neck ready for Tipping point...
Because they never went there...here...dspite being told by far the best bluebell spott for many a mile...
ok a twenty minute walk from a car park ....but nevertheless...
Anyway this kind of sentimental pap is not my project. My pognant pics are in another folder. A big one. With a specific purpose in mind though no one has to take part. It is simply to capture how all mjst be remembered and used or reused one day no matter what. Never ever ever take anything personally. And like the ones who always have some drama, when there is one bide your time and look after even your worst enemy's used pair of knickers.... and return them to her freshly laundered.... no waste is ever worth the mess of human emotion or nutjobness or too much sugar being the defining factor. Look after it all. For our next generation, no matter what. Is now.
But even that sounds pious and like some introduction to an overpriced coffee table book of photos or bad poetry.
And this 'image' or last three proves something 20 years ago i woi=uld state because i knew: this utter crap tech (and i am expert ) destroys creativity....
being as craptech such as blogger.com is so wonky even if i am used to her so is tay with her and will never be a hipster on "word ,,press" because thats so show off complex... my spellcheck has NEVER worked in this identity..
so over to word 2013 - last time it was simple such that the little bastard doesnt demand attention via absurd new nonsense (and can easily be hacked and free copies available forever or at least next year when they will 'retire' it ie not update )
and even that goes wonky - one misskey and it goes into some mode i have never seen and half a friggin hour it will not get out of....
so i can paste into here having "word" spellchecked ...very first quick glance for redlines... some words will be missing a letter eg shit may read as hit and not picked up by redline first look through even if i very rarely swear....
nope... even word wasted half an hour but nore important one loses all continuity with these endless glitches wonks and whatever only here because the world or at least America uk is so full of children who never had enought time with their elders in their yoof and thus are so fizzy they cannot do their work properly ...and ended up naking software for aliving...and ruining everyone elses ...
which incidentally is why i am really here....wouldnt be so hard.
....simple dull work mending chopping sawing or some city based version ... thriftily plodding along at simple work ....... that settles you inside...for life. why it was so imprtant at least our rural lads and lasses may have real continuity in it... and you end up caring about the quality of your crap software you may one day make....
but if that is stolen,.
They are a diferent form of human. The one that you may know as 'you' are, was similar in nature, is gone forever. No longer exists. which of course is even sadder. than life itself. or any snap.
Was Quinn that wise, that is the question? I think myself that such insight only comes from a fair bit of life. My Quinn would have lived some. Yout are always dull even if some clearly are working on behalf of the angels. But they are they. Not us. At 50 something, be 50 something...it's sublime. True centred and peaceful joy. always. If you know how to have eventually learned to use all the shards of glass the angels sprinkle for you to cut your soul on.....
