Fuck this actually. I value myself now and I am sick to the back teeth of working with this person who has diminished me for years. Email to HR asking how I can move somewhere sent (I'm a fucking SME with 14 years experience if they don't want losten then they can go to hell).
Oh bloody hell. I knew this was coming but severely put my not people pleasing any more to the test at work (not a conscious decision just seems to be where my mind is taking me). While it appears I am now capable of standing up for myself I am not yet able to be a wreck right after.
Oh bloody hell. I knew this was coming but severely put my not people pleasing any more to the test at work (not a conscious decision just seems to be where my mind is taking me). While it appears I am now capable of standing up for myself I am not yet able to be a wreck right after.
Oh bloody hell. I knew this was coming but severely put my not people pleasing any more to the test at work (not a conscious decision just seems to be where my mind is taking me). While it appears I am now capable of standing up for myself I am not yet able to be a wreck right after.
A weight I hadn't even realized I was carrying my whole life lifted yesterday.
Sharing a laugh with my partner because I had a small coming out of sorts to them and we are both totally agreed that our mutual gender is a hatred of gender normative bullshit platitudes on mass market signage. Not sure there is a flag for that.
This picture makes me miss both Japan (and the ubiquitous clear plastic brolly) and a working Fuji X camera. My XE-1 is kaput.
I'm having a trawl of some public domain video because I have a mind to make something. It's mostly Reagan era nuclear war stuff and you know. It's fucking terrifying. Although I don't really remember it as such, I have absorbed the visual language of that time. Almost as a subconscious dream
A walk from Brixton to Dulwich. And why I think I might now be 'From That London'. No great art. Just idle thoughts from an Idle Fellow.
I don't actually hate this. Nicely imperfect. This is just a phone invert.
Me taking up space. Headphones felt appropriate since I am glued to them at the moment. Man is it hard to sit still for 4 mins.
Me taking up space. Headphones felt appropriate since I am glued to them at the moment. Man is it hard to sit still for 4 mins.
I realize this is against my maxim of taking up space to apologize for over sharing so I won't but I quite like sharing my writing on this matter. It seems to make more sense and I am enjoying putting pen to paper..
Today started as a bit of a panic over a complete misunderstanding but ended up brilliant. Like brilliant honest open mutual vulnerability spilling and subsequent light heartedness. I learned my friend is neurodiverse and she learned I am an idiot!
Today started as a bit of a panic over a complete misunderstanding but ended up brilliant. Like brilliant honest open mutual vulnerability spilling and subsequent light heartedness. I learned my friend is neurodiverse and she learned I am an idiot!
My whole life I have learned that to be visible to take up space is bad. Because the only time I was ever centered of attention was when my sick mum was upset by me. Consequently attention and self respect feel dangerous to me.
I've been looking back at some of my old street photography work because I caved and joined the work photography group (I've decided to say yes to things for a while). If I may say so myself. I had moment of being bloody good at it.
Kevin Keegan is just one of those figures that you don't realize how much you liked until they are gone. Even though I am a plastic scouser. I'll cherish the sheer excitement of that 96 Newcastle team most. Shame they always ruin that by bringing up *that* clip.
One thing I like here is I definitely feel more confident about posting dodgy pictures taken on old equipment and less than 'perfect' image quality. You are all a learned bunch of shitty camera enthusiasts. Which reminds me a box brownie is indeed #ShittyCameraChallenge worthy.
The ultimate recursion of decay. My brownie doing what it does best. Making unsharp and unambiguous compositions #BelieveInFilm
The ultimate recursion of decay. My brownie doing what it does best. Making unsharp and unambiguous compositions #BelieveInFilm
Oh dear. Have realized what what this is. It's English Folk horror and landscapes as memory of trauma. If you need me I'll be somewhere in Wiltshire watching 'A Field in England'
This might sound weird but my photography is changing again. I'm drawn to the unreal and the hidden just below the surface. Spectres is not really a good enough word but the hidden susserations of a world we can't quite see.
This might sound weird but my photography is changing again. I'm drawn to the unreal and the hidden just below the surface. Spectres is not really a good enough word but the hidden susserations of a world we can't quite see.