30.12.

24.10

Framed by tall houses on either side of a street, and some walls and buildings blocking the end of the street, with a pointy church spire in the background, a strip of bright morning sky sandwiched between two darker banks of cloud. We are looking west in the early morning, the bright light must be reflected from the sun rising behind the camera.
Soft light shining through a doorway on herringbone parquet, with alternate rows catching the light

13.10

Looking from above, part of a step-through bicycle frame, old and rusty with faded, crazed yellow and purple paint and the white decal HAPPY COUNTRY

08.10

Sunlight from a window making pointy triangular shapes on a white wall. Two pointing upwards and one pointing down. At the bottom some more smaller shapes in shades of dark grey.

30.9.

Soft light on a wooden floor (larch) under a wooden table (pine)

28.9.
Sturm.

Top end of a bottle of Sturm, in the dim light of the fridge door

27.9.

So in the modern nightmare, instead of wanting to scream and not being able, one wants desperately to write a text message, but can’t. DAMHIKT.

Learning my part in BWV 21 Ich hatte viel Bekümmernis. You and me both, Johann.

26.09

A conker

A conker and its capsule, on the lined pages of a diary