Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Monday, 10 December 2007

The Princess and the Pea by Edmund Dulac

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Thursday, 6 December 2007

A Pavement in amsterdam

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Cornered by the Sisterhood

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Catwalk

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More Secrets

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Wuppertal, Tuffi the Elephant.

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I could tell you the story behind this...... But I like mystery better.
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A Light House.

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Photograph by Stacey
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