Sunday 29 September 2019

Morning light. in the last week the light has moved on into Autumn. How to explain this. Soft. Powdered. Baby vision. Nostalgic. Iʼm nearly there. Itʼs early this year. Trees have been turning since mid August. With the scene set up I follow the White Cart water down stream. Seems like a sensible thing to do on a day like this. Pick up some shopping. The Autumn harvest vegetables starting to fill the shelves like familiar friends - corn, squash, sweet potatoes and other roots. I buy some. I put them in an oversized shopping trolley. They seem indifferent towards their fate. Well, they are vegetables. It comes to me - if I was a vegetable Iʼd hope someone would make a burrito out of me. Thinking of burritos, later that day, for the evening meal, I make burritos.



Sunday 15 September 2019

metal flamingo 
starting to collapse
the actor’s head