aric with an a

I’ve been a busy boy this week.

but not with my camera.

so here’s a color-manipulated picture of the Jurassic Coast.

and a few more.

pretty, isn’t it?

called ‘the jurrasic coast’.

scary as well,

as we climbed that this afternoon.

tough climb, if I can be honest.

I have the blood to show you if vampires weren’t so in fashion.

and even better?

have a friend here who climbed it with me.

in a pea-coat.

and purse.

respect.

I love a pub.

[what I don't love is the way this photo and the one below don't look good together.]

[hrmph]

it’s a special Friday ’cause I’ve uploaded a lot of photos from this week.

how about that, hmmm?

great.

happy weekend, I’m off to the pub.

[I hope they like me]

I’m knackered.

so all you get is a photo of windows.

two windows.

two British windows.

fantastic.

this is my view from the bathroom.

‘you can’t get more English, in a way’ said an English [in a way] friend of mine.

if you squint, you can see the little micro-homes photo’d yesterday.

obviously, it’s pretty.

but it’s also the south.

and the south here is a lot like the south there.

which is good for us Americans,

who grow up thinking ‘how proper they are!’

every place has it’s…undesirables,

and while few are on this Isle I’m living on,

they’re not too far off.

Google ‘chav’ and learn one of the funnier expressions.

I love these little things.

they’re - I think - holiday storage units of some kind.

that might not be right.

I know people rent them, but can’t sleep in them.

maybe to hold some kites?

or a fishing pole.

who knows, it’s apparent I don’t.

but I like them.

every morning I go to the beach,

to have my tea with milk and some thoughts.

these are behind me,

and I like that even more.

maybe because I’d be quite happy to live in one.

if it weren’t against the rules.

in a town about 50km north of Damascus, I found an old camera store.

there weren’t many monies in my pocket, but I wanted a 35mm back-up,

[for Africa, ha ha - ugh]

so I bought one of his cheaper models.

turned out it was a yashica electro 35 rangefinder,

apparently a very good old camera.

nice - I paid $15 for it.

obviously, I didn’t know how to work it,

but kind of like the first set of shots that it produced.

this is the 3rd entry about photographs.

hmmm.

I’m not a huge museum guy.

Smithsonian? sure - could spend days in there.

and anything with photos.

but paintings? nawwwwww.

a few, once a year…maybe.

my quota for guys with bangs and moleskines ain’t much.

but the contact sheet for robert frank’s ‘the americans’ is somethin’.

seen it three times in the past 12 months.

I’d never read the book, seen the photos.

still don’t own a copy.

should, probably.

but to watch his eye around the country,

especially the one’s with numerous takes.

and the Tate Modern’s free.

so, you know,

go.

or something.

…there are only 8 of them, but they’re here.