It isn’t always pretty…

And no one is made of rock, me included.


That said, I do need to clean my sensor


Manual 365/130 It’s Not Material When It’s Real…

I made a mistake today, I’ve been keeping my eye out for the grime, the underbelly. You know? That moment when people forget and the little bit of the world that used to rely on them stays the same, just waiting and gathering dust…

I wanted to capture that and I thought I’d found it but I was mistaken.

What I’d actually found was lives destroyed, wrecked beyond all recognition. Lives full of promise and expectation crumbled into graffiti covered worthlessness and singed cuddly toys.

And I chose to documented it.



Today was a strange day. Locations were different but  aren’t important.
Peace Peeps!