Brighton in Black and White

music while you watch Ryans Adams live at Carnegie Hall

some friends and some strangers went to Brighton together.

i'd never been to Brighton before, it was cute.

balance- most important in both photography and life...and any kind of circus skills; tight-rope walking #etc

i didn't understand before but now it's black and white... now it's clear. 

'clear' is helpful but also hurtful sometimes...

i wish i had more to say.

Little humans, i wanna be more like them.

they are inspiration and closet to home; to where we're from.

= all my life, been shaking, wanting something, holding everything i've had like it was broken. Gimme something good. =

and here is the miracle; all this and still, we hold firmly to our hope.  

Brighton in the light

music while you read: Bjork - Unison

the closest cafe to the closest train station to my home... went there this one time, don't wanna be a 'local'. 

the day i painted a gold tree and smashed my iphone screen into many tiny little pieces...

inside london bridge station. sometimes i don't like capital letters.

That brighton sunset.

when i was seeing what i was looking at.

it was this.

the fun crowd.

r: you like birds, don't you mish?
m: yeah, i think i do, what makes you say that?
r: when we went to margate you tired to make friends with that seagull, telling it to "jump up" like it was a puppy or something.
m: i guess that would do it. 

PRESENTS

it was the 1st time i'd been to a beach where there's rocks instead of sand.

strangers and ice-cream 

i always want to find my way back to the water. 

= path trails off and heads down a mountain, through the dry bush, i don't where it leads, i don't really care =