Saturday, September 26, 2015
Tuesday, September 01, 2015
Griffin has been made a Ranger, and rightly so.
We can go where we want.
Derelict bunker laboratories impossible to decipher. He tells me sometimes old men return here who were technicians in the Cold War. Even now they will not share what secret things they did here or maybe they just really never knew.
Shingle and the cold North Sea .
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Sunday, August 02, 2015
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
It is simply incredible.
We touch gently the two thousand year old trees, we imagine they are magic and they become magic.
At the edge of sight monks glide serenely in long blue robes.
A beautiful girl offers a prayer, simultaneously texting.
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Monday, July 06, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Mass dandelion & burdock coach exodus.
For one blazing sun afternoon, everyone you met was another kid from your village rampaging across the promenade.
The plane sits on the runway for two hours, they give us crackers, I fall asleep.
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Friday, June 26, 2015
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Thursday, June 25, 2015
Some of us start to walk along the motorway.
It looks like a scene from the apocalypse.
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Friday, June 19, 2015
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Friday, May 15, 2015
Saturday, May 02, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
This is the Policeman the terrorists shot on the boulevard outside my house.
Posted by Studio Procter at 8:43 AM