A Seagull Sailing

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A quick little painting of the Humber bridge…

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Here, There and Everywhere

A few recent trips in a photographic memory kind of way…

Leaving Tynemouth on the ferry to Holland.

Leaving Tynemouth on the ferry to Holland, this historic scene caught my eye. The wood that will rot, the stone that will weather, the land that will change.

Proud to fly the flag of sexual liberation in Amsterdam.

Proud to fly the flag of sexual liberation in Amsterdam.  Although many may not agree with the relaxed nature of sexual liberation in Amsterdam, it is encouraging to explore the boundaries of our tastes and nature.  Of mankind’s  inherent lust for the flesh.

The North Sea, freedom on the waves!

The North Sea, freedom on the waves.  The sensation of being on the sail, cutting through the waves is akin to how I feel when I swim.  The water connects the world, and we are all linked intimately, no matter how hard the politics of division tries to rear it’s ugly head.

A mistake, but a beautiful mistake.

The ship at night.  A mistake, but a beautiful mistake.  Much like life, a blur.  A moment captured but never repeated.

The view that welcomed me to Hull for three glorious years- a sight I'll associate with some of my warmest memories.

The view that welcomed me to Hull for three glorious years- a sight I’ll associate with some of my warmest memories, with some wonderful people.  An education gained and lost, a love first found.

I never took many photographs until my brother lent me his camera on a semi-permanent loan.  I still try to limit how many I take.  Social media is spammed with photographs of inane poses, of posed profile pictures, of representations of the self that give me headaches.  Talking to friends and associates we all agree that the big social media site is often a headache to navigate and to use, with posts and updates that make us ache, internal and external representations of how damn good our lives are, of how happy we are, of how far we have come in life.  Yet it’s addictive and it’ll always be there it seems.  And I’m a part of it, perhaps bigger than I think with this and other social sites that I contribute to.  But a picture is a picture, and for me it’ll often have a meaning, so why not share it?

If I’m honest this is all just part of an internal monologue, of how I think I should lead my life, and how I actually do.  The lightness of being is weighted down by the materiality of the modern way of being.