One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s tsunami. Vision fractured, life unbroken. A survivor of the 2004 tsunami in Sri Lanka sits in the small makeshift treatment centre, the same one that would later treat my chest infection caused by breathing the toxic…
The Ceremony Begins You never picture yourself at one of these ceremonies, but if you did, it would be like this. Cold, damp, and overcast. Perfect. As it should be. I always feel that the sun has no place here today; it feels too much like it’s trying to put the fun into funeral. I’d…
Growing old is a painful process, yet I accept it’s far better than the alternative. As they ripen, some grow right-wing. Personally, nothing could be further from the truth, however, I am experiencing an equally unpleasant change of viewpoint. Becoming acutely aware something about me has changed, and it’s both physical and metaphysical. The Moment…