TWENTY ONE?

Pontoon Dock, east of Silvertown, dead space bright idea that got killed by the Y2K bug, there’s no pleasure in this garden (just dial 999). Derek helps me over Gate 7 and we drift around the forbidden ground seen only through glass and from far away. I can hear and feel the vibrations left from the past and the resentment from the others.  They just didn’t want to be disturbed, they cheated and dealt me a bad card…… 22? Busted!

Dawn2Dusk

Supervised wandering and mindless clicking. You can’t have it both ways, you’re either taking photographs or you’re not. Vincent’s flower arrangement distracts me and makes anything I do insignificant. The anchor to reality keeps you in the here and now with zero chance for abstract reflection. What’s on my mind….absolutely nothing. (I’m so sorry.)