So, what’s a photo these days? At what point did the above, which definitely started out as a photo, cease to be a photo and become something else? Whatever that point is, I’m sure the above is more definitely on the photo side of that point than many other graphic constructions pedaled as photographs. I’m thinking catalogue model shots, but newspaper photos can be just as much a ‘construction’ as anything else.

Instagram. What’s that all about?

Pictures. That’s what we get.


The House in my Head

Pencil drawing of the house in my headI started building this house in my head a few months ago with just what is now the top floor (or ‘eyrie’, as I like to think of it) of what you see here. I planned a room with a desk in the middle of it, a full height window directly ahead with bookshelves on either side and further windows to either side of the bookcases, entered by a door behind the desk. It seemed natural that this would sit on top of something. The roof of the floor below provides a viewing balcony for the eyrie. I wanted it to be independent of the rest of the building, hence the external staircase providing the only access to it.

The floor below houses three bedrooms and a bathroom and is accessed via a spiral staircase that leads up from the centre of the ground floor. The roof of the ground floor provides a sub-balcony for outdoor living.

The ground floor is open plan and contains the kitchen and generous living areas.

The spiral staircase is a key structural element of the construction as it incorporates fixings for the beams that provide the roof of the ground floor/base of the first floor and is topped with a broad, circular metal plate the provide the floor of the Eyrie.

Originally this was conceived as being an hexagonal, or maybe even octagonal building but is drawn here as circular.

Underfloor heating powered by temperature inversion technology combines with wood burning stove, solar panels on the roof and output from the windmill to provide power to the building.

This house is to be built on an elevated piece of land offering fine views of surrounding countryside, preferably including a view of the sea.


Me and the boys watched Jaws; they for the first time, me for the first time in years. Unanimously agreed it is brilliant. We had recently heard Daniel Johnston’s tribute to King Kong and thought we might make a similar tribute to Jaws: a bass, bongo and vocal freeform.

Movie poster for JawsJaws

It came to Amity

and ate the naked lady.

They found her arm

on the beach.

Crawling with crabs.


Sheriff Brody.

Wanted to close the beach.

It was the 4th of July.

Mayor Vaughn didn’t want to.

The shark ate Charlie.

His Mum slapped Brody.

Quint said he would catch it.

Along comes Hooper.

From the Oceanographic Institute.


Brody and Hooper

Find a boat drifting

A hole in the bottom.

A big tooth.

A head rolled out.

Hooper had an accident

Dropped his flashlight.


They set to sea.

In Quint’s Orca.

Brody saw the shark.

Going to need a bigger boat.

They got drunk.

Sung some songs.

The shark it attacked them.

It bashed the boat.

They chased it.

Shot it with harpoons.

Attached to barrels.

But it kept coming.


Hooper in a cage.

The shark destroyed it.

Then it ate Quint.

It bit him in half.

Brody got a gas tank

in the shark’s mouth.

He shot the gas tank.

and it exploded.

The shark it blew up.

It’s blood splattered everywhere.

Brody and Hooper

swam back to shore.

Taking Stock

There really is a whole lot of junk I’ve been dripping here and there across the internet for some time now. I’ve just imported all the junk from my Posterous to my attic here. I may dump some more stuff here as I close down other things. Who knows? I might not. The internet is one big attic.

My only worry is that content here is totally unfiltered (by me). How’s anyone supposed to distinguish between something that I’m passionately and proudly committed to and something that’s little more than a by-product that I couldn’t care less about?

That’s the thing about attics I guess. You’re not supposed to take stock: just keep ramming  it full of undifferentiated, uncategorised junk.