London was a very negative period. I think I switch off completely when no great demands are being made on me; despite spending hours in a dark room, alone, surrounded by the muted, soothing roar of cooling fans, I produced very little in terms of new writing. I re-edited a couple of chapters of my never-to-be-published novel and sorted out a lot of photographs. It was all concerned with past endeavours. Eyes open (most of the time), brain in neutral.
A brass knurled object kissed by a gobbet of back light - irresistable, particularly if your name is Stanley.
2 comments:
How beautiful, like a miniature crown.
These things just pop up in front me sometimes when I least expect it.
Incidentally you've gained a new fan. I was showing my wife (code name - Pixie) your pictures earlier today and she was very taken with them. Looking forward to some more when you feel the urge.
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