a book of days

summer is definitely coming… short sleeves, bare feet and blossom-laden fruit trees tell me so. same walk + different perspective + right

like two skinny legs without any knees month 11 wanders in and takes me by surprise
 we drink dry prosecco

thoughts on happiness and shirin-yoku (forest bathing) whilst out for a walk

whilst in london i bought a holga diana + plastic lens that fits on my 5d mkii i put it on

+++ i have so much to tell you that i am not at all certain of where to begin. so i

weekend magazine 1. exploring the forgotten and the familiar 2. my limbs are heavier and my pace is slower than

1. i have been doing this commute for more than a year now. and, as much as i miss being

1. today did not go how i thought it would … in some ways it was better, in others not-so-much 2.

1. nothing conceptualises sunday afternoon bliss like a dog slumbering, belly facing the fire 2. its almost the same as

1. wake late to the rain on the roof of an unfamiliar room in a semi-familiar town 2. residue and