N. Dad.

D. What mate.

N. Where's the sea gone?

D. No where mate, its still there, its just that the clouds are havin a wee shot.

N. Can we go and look for it?

D. Aye.

"And you may ask yourself, where does that highway go?"

 

David Byrne.

D. Its cool mate, there are no 'big ghosties' in here. Ghosts are things you make up, thoughts, ideas, history.

 

N. Whats history?

 

D. What I just said.

6am Sun

On returning from the cashline.

Dad: What ye up tae mate.

N. Floating 'actually'.

D. Right, cool.

From drivers seat of car.

Dad. You coming?

N. Yip.... Dad.

D. Yes.

N. You know what?

D. What?

N. Spacemen lie down when their rockets take off.

D. Really. What about spacewomen?

N. Yeah, them too.

D. Why's that then mate.

N. pause.... Best view.... Their going really really really fast as well 'actually'.

D. Mmm, that'll be it.

N. Dad.

D. Yes mate.

N. Can you catch clouds?

D. I don't think so. I guess you could breath them in a bit if you were up high enough, say up the hill, they're just mist.

N. Does that make you float?

D. Don't think so mate, but we can try.

Sunday 7am

 

'Watch out, the worlds behind you'.

"There is no God and we are his prophets".

 

Cormac McCarthy, The Road

"Age is my alarm clock, the old man said. Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?”

 

Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

Cowie

 

05.50

Being yourself, having an imagination, going on adventures whenever popssible, this makes life and photography more exciting.