Saturday 19 May 2018
Saying it, sharing it.
Street art is it's own language, known only to those you want to know it. In my youth you'd see people's desires carved into the bark of a tree or scrawled In black marker on any flat surface. If we were there then I'd have immortalised us. We weren't, so I did it virtually anyway!
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Early morn over the water
From the window of the bus, taking a day trip into town. It's nice to be a passenger; drivers miss out on so much.
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This is a simple picture of a place, but the memories behind it are vast and more beautiful. -
St Ives. No seagulls on these rooftops, oh no, they're all down in the town mugging tourists for ice cream. Then, as evening comes, thei... -
One of the things about life is that what some people see everyday and take for granted, someone else dreams about. And when life gives you ...
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