Silhouettes.

Treasure Island.

Full moon. Dawn. Treasure isn't a physical thing.

Origins.

Where did we come from?
Where are we going?

Finding Lost Time.

Andrew Conroy has put together a glorious book, Finding Lost Time.

It's 72 pages of all the sort of things you like: Anti-clarity, timeless dreamscapes, with chemical leaks, expired burns, and not a single digital macro flower in sight (as far as I know). Two of my photos made the cut.

I think you should buy it.

You can check out the blog too... while you're at it.

A collection shattered.

Over the past few days probably the finest collection of photos ever assembled has been cruelly dismantled for a mere $12.5 m.

Sotheby's, New York, was the venue for the sale of over 1,000 items from the Polaroid Collection and marks the last rites of the now failed and dismally unrecognisable company.

These works were gifts to the company by artists such as Warhol, Hockney, Mapplethorpe, Wegman, Close, and most famously, Ansel Adams. It's still being debated whether the Polaroid corporate shell even has the rights to sell them. Certainly John Reuters doesn't think so... But snaking legality aside, this is outright crime against art.

There were too many bits of genius in there to choose a favourite, but I do wonder where I would have put my few bucks given a chance, or indeed an inclination, to take part in the butchery. I think in the end I would have gone for Aspens by Adams. The price $494,500. What would you have chosen?

Where does your "stuff" come from?

Ethical, green, fairtrade, organic, local, sustainable, eco... We have arrived at the farcical situation where posessing an eco-conscious is used as a weapon against us... in an effort to flog us, yet more, stuff.

If, like me, you're bamboozled by endless jargon you'll be pleased to find a young company that's happily using the common-speak.

Rapanui cut the crap and let you to trace the history of the stuff you buy. What was the crop, where was it grown, who grew it and why? See what you think...

But just remember fellow time-travellers. The greenest ....... (substitute with anything in this space) is the one you already own. You cannot buy your way into eco-heaven. Yet.

The return to Earth.

In many animistic world views found in hunter-gatherer cultures, the human being is often regarded as on a roughly equal footing with other animals, plants, and natural forces.

A black cat crossed my path today. It's going to be a good day.

Dan Crockett sliding. Constantine, 2007.

Waiting for a white horse. Of sorts.

The most important time when surfing is the waiting.

Revisitation.

Looking back through old photos i've come to the conclusion I prefer them over the new.

The problem with evolution is you can rarely plan where you end up.

~~ As usual if you can click on the photo you'll be launched to Flickr.

Logan's land.

Treen, West Cornwall.
June, 2010.

The Wayfarer.

Or. When memories go bad.

If you don't know the Bosch painting by the same name, do look at this... This chap seems torn between the good earthly life and one of spiralling lust. I don't know about you but I can empathise with that.