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X-Pro1 Diaries: Things I See When I Am Out And About (May 2012)
Oh to be invisible in a sea of humanity, in the sprawl of the city, a little whisper in a roaring wave. I wander, looking, observing, recording. For what purpose am I doing this? For whom is this photographic record intended? I don’t exactly know. Something compels me. Perhaps it is the most obvious way to share my view of the world around me, one that is at once beautiful and grotesque, serendipitous and staged, symmetrical and chaotic.
For now, I am merely the record keeper.
Queuing for fortune
The man in the alley
Delivering Ya Pear
The new and the not so new
Hmmm… I wouldn’t mind a yellow Porsche either …
Essaouira, City of Blue and White by the Sea (Part 2)
Fridge Magnet Poem, Essaouira
He told her about the wild dogs
that howl all night in the Himalayas
while they were in Essaouira,
(Mogador, the ships once knew it by).
They sat in wicker chairs with white
cushions on the bastioned wall.
There were gulls, tables of people
eating fish in the Lilliputian harbour, St Pierre,
she could smell the sardines.
Daphne Manners. She felt like Daphne
Manners without her spectacles.
Pale white girl, blinking in the sun,
in a land of dark skinned men
and the kohl-rimmed lids
of the Sheherezades.