Enough of the over-done and commercial dejection everyone seems to have adopted. The realisation that too many people are conformists has yielded yet another change, into something slightly more creative. There just aren't enough hours in the day for all urges to be met, and not enough paper for the pen to possess. There isn't enough originality, and too many followers. There is beauty, then there isn't. There is an overflow of carry-ons, which overrides any temptation to lead. There are frustrations, and there's the stricture. Also, the scripture that we don't pay attention to, because again, there are too many. We're consumed by confusion and the uncertainty that will always prevail because of the time, and it's unknown whereabouts. There's a sea, one that you can't swim in, but can remain bouyant enough to be overwhelmed by creativity again.

h e r e I a m Before stumbling....

r e f l e c t i o n s A few things I've stumbled across.

a n n o y a n c e s A few things that cause me to stumble.

p h o t o g r a p h y Pictures I've taken WHILST stumbling.