So this is embarrassing.
As you may know I’ve been having a bit of a rough go of things as of late. I’ve tried selling prints of my pictures and paintings I’ve made, I’ve tried raising money to clean up conservation areas, but nothing has worked. So now I am outright directly appealing for funds to help me get a leg up on things.
Currently I am staying with my mum and my brother in a one bedroom apartment, I need to visit a dentist to have an abscess removed (been over a year that I’ve had it. I’ve been draining it using a sewing needle. Gross, I know), and I desperately need to move to an area with better employment prospects.
Please, any help at all will send me over the moon. A dollar? A reblog? Anything.
I find this tremendously embarrassing but I don’t know what else to do.
May 30th, 2014.
For Trayana! I decided to record some video on this trip to try and capture the sounds and motion of sailing An Suire. It was a lovely calm day and therefore easier to film - it isn’t always like this! Footage shot between West Skeam and Horse Island, finishing up at Middle Calf Island.
I really appreciate this!
A lovely video, especially when you need a short breather/ want to escape from your surroundings for a bit.
Just listen to the sound of water and boat. And enjoy the blue, white and brown.
A Dictionary of Intermediate Japanese Grammar / 日本語文法辞典（中級編）
Seiichi Makino and Michio Tsutsui
Barbara Kruger’s Questions.
The Questions. Applicable to every country, society, family and set of inner demons.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
Diary post 4
Afternoon: Dimitrov vs. Djokovic- was a real joy to watch.
Evening: Shiny new central bus station with a shiny new elevator which doesn’t work. The scenary along the Trakia motorway which I can never get tired of and which always makes me feel thankful for being alive. Little dog-dragon at home.
Night train runs through rice fields, Gifu, Japan. Photography by Naoyuki Harada