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Troutbeck

Dom — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 11:14:05 +0000

View over Troutbeck, Cumbria

Blue Moon

Dom — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 08:00:22 +0000

OK, so City lost to the mighty Wigan today and at least one side of the family is happy and the other in tears but god knows whose side he’s on because the scheduled eclipse came out on the blue side through my rather poor quality lens. The universe weeps for you lads.

I like Guides

Dom — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 08:00:09 +0000

OK, calm down. I’m talking about the travel sort of guide. This is a cookie-free site. I’ve been writing away in between waiting for my machine to finish compiling/rendering or rebooting and you can read some of my dribblings here.

And to cheer up this site with a little colour, here’s a photo:

Lake Me

Dom — Thu, 27 Apr 2006 08:00:37 +0000

Deep as fingernail
Testing stormy waters once
Night calm dries an eye

Branching out

Dom — Fri, 21 Apr 2006 08:00:39 +0000

When walking around Grasmere recently I happened upon a strange and interesting branch that held a strange and interesting creature. I did not see it fly away. I did not see it go to school. But still, I felt, that I should stay and stand there like a fool.

Periodic thoughts

Dom — Wed, 29 Mar 2006 08:00:47 +0000

Tomorrow is a theory, plotted onto squares and given a number. Whether it will work, how it will end, are intangible as the end of time, the visualisation of nothing, a moment without you.

Still time

Dom — Mon, 20 Mar 2006 08:00:29 +0000

So this is it. Twenty minutes spent drinking coffee after the journey. Twenty minutes and a book that held my interest, would hold it still if I could only step away from things.

I have to decide whether it is rude to photograph people who sit nearby and focus only on each other, heads close and hands held to maintain the distance. It would make a quiet image reflecting the drinks but how do you ask? How to point the camera without changing the scene, shifting the air?

I could steal their words instead.

Cornish Nasty

Dom — Thu, 16 Mar 2006 08:00:44 +0000

If my window looked out onto the sea, I should be counting out grains of sand each day and remembering when I crawled onto the land.