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.

Saturday, 2 January 2010

I missed the photograph of the bouncing of the swans, so...

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Thursday, 31 December 2009

Greetings from the Future!

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Well, the new year's been here for a couple of hours now, but I know some of you are still in 2009.
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Wednesday, 30 December 2009

Clear Those Winter Miseries With a Little Steam

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Some of you may remember me posting pictures of the National Railway Museum, in York, not far from my home.On that page there's a video...
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Photography for Potters (well, for rich potters)

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I see lots of potters with photography angst, worrying about presentation of their works on the web. Here's the answer. Okay... There...
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Marjorie Wondered..

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If she might just have had one too many rum-truffles. Or had that last cup of tea at the Richardson's tasted a little strange?

The Sisterhood of the Pointy Heels' Tank Division

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Has been on winter manoeuvres. Note the festive camouflage. These girls can hide a main battle tank in a crowded mall, or suburban resident...
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Whatever Were They Thinking?

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This picture, and other similar ones crop up every now and then on the net. Look closely. Look at the serious faces, the driver, we've s...
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Sunday, 27 December 2009

Anarchy:

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  (reposted, from a photoset of three years ago)
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