Realised tonight when I daringly put up an out of focus clothed chest image how much using fb has self censored me....not in a nudity sense but in a not try to please way.
So maybe I'll use here instead...Flickr isn't that small group of crazy poetic explorers it once was....posting quietly alone here may be what's needed for a while.

Two Years Later.

So. Two years since I last posted here.

And I've been taking some nice averagely competent pictures in that time.

And it's not good enough. I think I'm just holding back everything....there's no rawness, no real fear or vulnerability, nothing to punch your heart...I'm playing safe.

And because I am, I've become safe, I've lost that experimenting, searching, urgency, of whatever I felt before, even if it came to nothing.

I'm not sure why I have, but I need to get it back or just give the fuck up and draw instead.

Tomorrow is day 8 of a 100 day portrait challenge....think it's time to start digging for what I'm looking for...even if it's shit.

This one is closer.

All very welcome to the opening night!

And please check out my site:
www.sweetdistin.com

 My compulsion.

I have a new love. The Pentacon Six. It's quite different to the Hassy, more home spun, softer, quirkier...I like it alot. These two pictures were from the first two test rolls.

For Rememberance Day. (though this young man is still very alive).

Taken at Highcliffe Castle in 2005. My three bambinos.