Our memories are not to be relied on. Carl Jung, the psychoanalyst, said, “ The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong. ” That sounds about right. I’ve lived in a city for forty-years. Before that, I was a country boy where my life revolved around dogs and rabbits, early morning jaunts across foggy fields, air guns, iced up landscapes or just plain rain. All the other country folk, Hampshire accents, Berkshire accents…

I have had a busy winter. Little time to write anything on Medium. That gave me thinking space to consider the questions, ‘what’s it all about?”, “Why continue writing…”. — Not really good questions. Those type of thoughts always lead to ambiguous answers that roll on through the dark fields of ‘thought marshlands’. Places where we get bogged down in useless ideas. Then, I decided to get out and take a few photos. Just go, just do it.

Lately, it’s been impossible to work on photography — except the odd cat shot, and a portrait or two. Both of which deserved more attention on my behalf. — A while a back, I mentioned in an article that I was working on a story; love and friendship. I’ve about had it, for one lifetime, that entertainment should all be about people shooting each other and hiding the body. A little of the old friendship and heartache story writing…

Each thought that we have, is a prompt to action. That’s it, that’s all. — Recently, I’ve been busy thinking about all sorts. Photography, graphics, writing, loss and death, and the mystery of cats. I’m 62 years old. Days pass quickly. When Thursday comes around, that’s the day I can start doing what I want. I want to write articles, take some meaningful photos, and…

Recently, I’ve been run off my feet. Why? Reorganising my marketing, my point of view about how I make a living…you know, 20 percent photography, 80 percent business. — I took time out, late at night. I wanted to take a damned photo, anything. I tried taking a shot of my cat, Stubbs. She is beautiful, always wants to hang around with me, sometimes she won’t leave me alone. …

“Don’t wish for an easy Life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one” — Bruce Lee After spending a week down by the harbour of Poole in the UK, it made me reflect on the lives of people who make a living fishing at sea, or some other…

There are stories in everything. I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lampposts, and newspaper stands. — O’Henry — A good park bench, discovered during a summer walk, is the most enticing structure you can find. There was a time when you’d see a wooden bench on every corner. Early in the morning, on my way to the baker I’d often pass several interesting benches. …

Life is simple, just add water — I’ve just spent a week in England by Poole Quay Harbour. In summer, it’s a tourist attraction, now that November has arrived, the streets are free for the locals to freely wander, without the crowds. I did ask myself what on earth I was doing by going to a rainy…

“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too” The sea is always on the move. I don’t know much about the seas, but in reading I’ve discovered that it is a…