leaving cracks, to let the light in.
The lens, also plastic, coloured in with yellow felt tip pens and smeared with a film of grease from a baking tray in the oven.
Strange how even an every day cheap store bought camera in my time stained muddied hands produces an image of how I see, and not perhaps, what is, or what still remains.
I stood at the bottom of the garden, looking at this view, remembering that cold misty morning I grabbed my hat & coat and ran down to the brook with my camera and snapped this shot, thinking to myself, this picture now hangs in a gallery on the other side of the world.
Apparently, Megan tells me, somebody bought it.
*I am a man without landmarks.
*I say things a deaf man would say, having lost touch with the world.
A fictional character in a novel.
Photograph; "The Land In Silence Stands" - 45 x 60 cm - photographic print.
(prints available from The Hive Gallery - Fayetteville Underground - USA)
*Celestial Navigation by Anne Tyler 1974.