After a month of trawling through my archives here is something fresh that I shot yesterday.

I’ve mixed feelings about this shot. On one level the abstractness appeals to me but on the other hand the lack of obvious interest points in the photo seems to make it too vague. But in the end I liked the whole ‘what the hell was he thinking when he took this?’ mood this photo evokes and so decided to post it!

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

(Man on the Moon-R.E.M.)

Who wants to lead the Senate and thereby rule the Galactic Empire?

In a world fast losing its hold on sanity she prays. For deliverance. For forgiveness. For peace. For hope. She prays in the mistaken expectation that someone somewhere is listening.

The heat, the wet wet heat clings to me like a second skin. I dream of blue lagoons, white sandy beaches, floating on water with a cool mango lassi, tongue numbed by ice-cubes. She laughs at my discomfort and dreams, a tinkling laugh flowing like a fresh waterfall.

Abandoned and empty. A place where time has no meaning and the windows look into emptiness. The world moved on, into newer places. But the old still exists. In a world all its own. Stripped almost bare yet full of meaning, waiting to be understood.

Electricity
Slaps his yellow thigh
Looking at his World
Of light and glass

Circuits twitch
In his topaz eyes
Insulators hum
In his platinum mind

Electricity
Pats his coppery stomach
Watching his silvery tentacles
Caress a few billion stony hearts

Plastic smoke swirls
In his metallic innards
Wet blue fire pulses
In his golden nostrils

Electricity
Extends his hollow hands
Enveloping the universal dark
In packets of star flame
Strung out like electric highways