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A Year in Photos


A Very Occasional Blog

[Photographs I Did Not Take Today...]

Tuesday 9th March 2010

...of the realisation, inspired by the niggling feeling that I've left my front door open, that everything I possess of any value (either intrinsic or sentimental) is in the bags I'm carrying right now.

Monday 8th January 2010

...of the man at the counter in Tesco who no longer speaks to me or meets my gaze since he gave me the wrong change three weeks ago, catching himself about to do exactly the same thing again.

Thursday 4th March 2010

...of the young black dog, possibly three or four months old, maybe a labrador, tied up, sitting patiently outside the off-licence at the major road junction. Not a sidewards glance, not a tremble, not a sound.

Thursday 4th March 2010

...of the older woman with the granny-trolley who walks up to the empty bus shelter and instead of standing inside it, parks herself and her trolley in the middle of the remaining strip of pavement, thereby blocking it completely and forcing those passing onto the road. In front of the bus. Daft old bat.

Wednesday 3rd March 2010

...of the woman in the back seat of the bus passing me, facing out the window with a slight but enigmatic grin, her right hand on her chin as if stroking an invisible beard, her eyes looking up and to the left. An evil genius conjuring a wicked plan...

Tuesday 2nd March 2010

...of the man coming towards me in the street, moving just like he were made entirely of foam, rubber and springs.

Tuesday 23rd February 2010

...of the car stopped in traffic sounding for all the world like a child making tractor noises; blowing raspberries!

Monday 22nd February 2010

...of the girl, beautifully dressed and tastefully made-up, who cannot walk in those heels, her legs bowing and buckling repeatedly like the Scout Walker in Return of the Jedi that was attacked by the Ewoks. And she was sober.

Monday 22nd February 2010

...of the small old man who refused to let me walk past him, walking with his arms swinging, throwing himself forward at speed then slowing gradually until I caught up, before surging forward once more each time I appeared in his peripheral vision. I never did get past him, the whole way into town.

Friday 19th February 2010

...of the voices and laughter bursting out from the crowded art gallery, windows steamed, like fireworks or a welcome. As I pass unseen.

Wednesday 17th February 2010

...of the regular customer being greeted warmly by staff in the bagel shop before asking for two slices of toast and a wee piece of bacon.

Tuesday 16th February 2010

...of the way two double-decker buses passing each other on the curve of the road looks for all the world like a giant worm stretching out to take another "step" forward. Do worms step? What is that movement called?

Thursday 11th February 2010

...of the old caretaker standing in the service entrance behind the hotel, coffee in one hand, cigarette in the others, eyes closed, basking in the sunshine.

Tuesday 9th February 2010

...of staring hard at the oncoming police landrover while my eyes refuse to see anything but the A-Team van...

Monday 8th February 2010

...of the noise of the generator, drill, hammering and bench-saw outside my house which has combined to exactly recreate the sound of the air-raid siren from Motörhead's No Sleep 'til Hammersmith, waking me up.

Friday 5th January 2010

...of that moment when you final listen to some advice and realise that sometimes the right way is counter-intuitive and the wrong way will always fail.

Wednesday 3rd January 2010

...of the tone of voice of someone lying whilst fully believing they are being believed.

Monday 1st February 2010

...of girl's expression as she argues on her mobile phone as she walks past, stops dead in the street, walks back past me, stops to turn once more to traverse those 100 yards for a third time.

Thursday 28th January 2010

...of a man seen through his living room window dancing romantically with a long, narrow piece of wood. Suggestively and romantically.

Tuesday 26th January 2010

...of that moment when I realise it might work out.

Thursday 21st January 2010

...of that floundering moment when I completely forget which hand I usually use to screw the lid back on the toothpaste, and which holds the toothbrush.

Monday 18th January 2010

...of how a single glance and a shared expression can unite two complete strangers for a second or two before their lonelinesses close around them again.

Sunday 17th January 2010

...of the "Gaaaaah" moment caused by reflexively checking Facebook or Twitter on my phone while watching TV, thereby missing important plot points & developments.

Thursday 14th January 2010

...of a bus that smells like that time you opened your swimming bag after you'd dumped it in your wardrobe for three months, still wet.

Monday 11th January 2010

...of feeling a little bit like Father Lancaster Merrin as he takes his glycerin pills out of his pill-box, because these banana-flavoured Monkey Mints are the same shape & size and come in a little tin.

Friday 8th January 2010

...of the simultaneous slide featuring me and the man ten paces ahead of me, completely synchronised, leading with the same foot, flailing with the same arm.

Wednesday 6th January 2010

...of the sound of a heavy snowfall in an empty city street at noon.

Tuesday 5th January 2010

...of the girl repeatedly trying to cross the road in heavy traffic whilst never once breaking her stride, back and forth and sideways, always in the exact tempo of Baroness's Rays On Pinion.

Tuesday 8th December 2009

...of bathing a baby in a gigantic basin of warm jam, thereby providing the average little mite with everything he or she could possibly need, such as heat, mess, sweet stuff to eat, and a huge pot of hug, plus an entertaining environment in which to splash.
In fact, after a while reflecting on the sheer joy of this I begin to believe that the laughing baby at the very end of the Cow & Gate advert was not, in fact, recorded while eating Cow & Gate, but actually while up to his ocksters in 45 degree Celsius seedless strawberry, whilst the family dog takes a sneaky lick at his jammy head.

Monday 7th December 2009

...of the sheet of music, roughly the shape and size of a paperback novel, that I had stooped down to pick up from the wet street thinking: "oooh, I wonder what tune this is..." before realising it was a piece of cardboard box and the staves were stripes of glue.

Thursday 3rd December 2009

...of the car, two doors up from my home, wheelclamped for failure to pay road tax, full of someone's belongings: boxes & bags as if they're in mid-house-move. But it's been the same pile of boxes & bags in the car for several weeks now, and the same temporary spare wheel on the back too.
It's like something very, very bad has happened and that this is merely the ugly icing on the very ugly cake.

Monday 30th November 2009

...of the resignation to frustration at promises broken, reproach for lateness at work, growing worry about an unsafe boiler, caused by a tradesman simply failing to arrive when agreed.

Wednesday 25th November 2009

...of the relief I have to hide as we discover we're locked out of our rehearsal facility and I realise I get to shop for food, finally get a good dinner and an early night.

Tuesday 24th November 2009

...of the reinforced stereotypes suddenly radiating from the bus driver's demeanour as he realises that he not only must accept the foreign currency but also run a counterfeit note test and then give the correct change in our local currency, all to someone conversing with a friend in a language the driver doesn't recognise.

Wednesday 18th November 2009

...of the sound of resignation in the voice on my voicemail of a man locked in empty building, unable to reach anyone with keys to release him.

Thursday 12th November 2009

...of the perfectly round dry patches, spaced one metre apart along a 600 metre-long stretch of the Lisburn Road, late at night while it rains lightly. There are no people ahead or behind and few cars passing.

Friday 6th November 2009

...of the existential frustration on the bus-driver's face from the "I can't see you" looks of folks ignoring his bus, even though it goes exactly the way they're all going, stopping at all their stops and costing the same amount. They just can't stand the colour.

Wednesday 4th November 2009

...of the eerie, threatening sound the steadily rising wind starts to make against my earphone cables the very moment the intro to AC/DC's Walk All Over You starts to play.

Tuesday 3rd November 2009

...of a baby peering wide-eyed and wondering into the world through the window of a barber's shop as he sits on his mother's knee while the barber cuts the tiny clump of hair on the top of his head.

Monday 2nd November 2009

...of a woman carrying a broom handle while pushing a baby in a bright buggy that seemed as if she were pushing a giant red pupae she'd found attached to a large stick.

Sunday 1st November 2009

...of a man who walks as if he's afloat on cushions of air, looking for all the world as if he is enraptured, in communion with a very real higher power which lifts, supports and speaks to him.

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