I have a confession to make. I love trashy pop music. Music that doesn’t have any deep mean but just is a great tune or harmony or something else that can hook you – that is my sort of music. As I right this I’m listening to Steps – utterly brilliant and utterly trashy nonsense.
Christmas hasn’t turned out the way I had planned just a few days ago. You see I was planning getting up early and drive to the coast for dawn…it would have only taken an hour or so at that time of morning. Yes that was the thing I was going to do. That is until the weather started to close in and the truth started to close in about getting up at 5am on Christmas day. Now I’ve worked on many Christmas days and nights so getting wasn’t a problem then but now well – we didn’t do it. Instead we had a nice walk through an almost deserted in the morning – quite refreshing but not dawn over the sea.
As for the image – this is an experiment I though of doing with a bit of mix media, a drawing and digital image with a bit of work in Photoshop. I think it looks rather 19th century.
Life like a time lived in such a dream…like the birds on winterwood


the ‘orrible truth emerges! Christmas is a time for confessionals…myself I have a morbid fascination for Midsomer Murders!