Coming to terms + Mods.

This blog is no monastic garden, no well pruned compact garden hedge.

It’s reaching, sprawling and full of holes, anxious to justify, just as quick to deny.

It’s not a How to guide, nor a travel book of north Wales, it’s not an and then I, or an thou shalt.  This blog is no punchcard, no sketchbook, no wish you were here, It doesn’t even flippin rhyme.

Ah but wouldn’t it be good If … some open handed account were given of the modifications, the alterations, changes in direction, the things a picture couldn’t hope to say,  a friendly line or two to read between.

Or better yet, if some subtle suggestion were able to creep past the heavy curtains of self censorship; Here is a thing, a thought, a place, a reason, see it stand or bow on terms of it’s own.

With that in mind, observe a few light hearted mods, which, having brought me pleasure in proportion to the difficulty of the problem they purport to solve, and which, being capable of sustaining further inferences, I share here.

What’s that? a dimly lit picture of a filthy carbon fibre brolly, so what.

Yes, but why carbon fibre and why is it white? What’s with the cable tied rubber tubing replacement hinges at the crown, and the resin’d and rolling hitched polyester button thread tension struts? that’s all very well, but I don’t really care enough to devote my valuable time to such trivial questions, why don’t you just tell me? -exasperation-

I hope you didn’t hurt yourself when you took that photo, it looks like you’re falling over. Yes that was intentional, something about disorienting the viewer, or making a composition which is both contrived and capricious. Requiring superhuman stamina and unnatural flexibility to execute the ridiculous pose necessary for such a shot, and hold it until the light was just so.

So what am I looking at, the weed? No not the weed, If that were a drawing or a painting I definitely would have left that out. But that’s the best bit, and the focal point for nearly all those shiny lines. And don’t you find it bumpy with elliptical wheels, and whats that on the front?

Well I’m glad you brought that up, it’s a prototype for a new type of disk breaks, the allly alloy angle bar at the foot of the low rider front rack supports a portfolio which gets caught up in the spokes or threatens to fall off, a highly effective means of slowing you down. So you got tired of wearing it on your head then? Yes, and the aerofoil of such a configuration is only of limited advantage.

Tell us about the tripod and board which fit in the folio, tell us why they are so much smaller than the pictures you’ve been toiling over and haven’t published yet, tell us about the acrimonious dispute over access rights, the vigilantee saboteur, tell us about the Barrow that wasn’t, or the impenetrable army of ewes, or the half term tide of tourists, about pareidolia and the bishop's head, the thousand yard ponies, the austere and the ornamental, the impossible skies, tell us why trig points, what it’s all about, and why you seem to have changed your mind.

All in good time.