Notes from the day after
“Once we begin to find our way around the place, that earliest picture can never be restored.” /Walter Benjamin/
Another day of rain … Emma is happy, I wear two coats, Tom is juggling with cameras.
Starting with coffee … as always.
Not sure how to start … we talk … excited. This time about tender pieces of dirty roses in our hands on Tom’s photos … they grew on an industrial estate … Roseville … they didn’t smell as I remember … and now lie between sheets of paper waiting to become something else … the images from that day.
Later in the car chatting about music … note to self: slow rock suits rain …
parking at Roundhay Park … ‘Maria’ in our minds.
Gold dust on a swastika…
Footsteps in the mud…
Looking for another image of the day.
Finishing with a cigarette … as always.
This is what we did on a freezing summer’s day.