I’ve been going through a clearout and wondering where the time went.

Change is on the way and I have an idea about what I want to do. It’s happening because I need it to happen and about a year late, because I couldn’t get myself into gear. Somethings have happened slowly as part of a strategy, some things happened because I was blocking myself from doing them, and finally I was stuck and needed help. Help is on it’s way, and I’ve clearing the decks and clearing some memories too. These memories were photos from my earlier days when I moved away. Somehow they were holding me back, so I sent them through the shredder. What I’m left with now is the photos I’m happy with and a digital gap where I lost many pictures along the way.

My Finest Photo

Way back in 2000’ish I went to Prague for a few days. Beer was 50p a pint if you went to an expensive place and needless to say, I drank to much of it. In some ways nothing has changed. I binged on a whole four cans of own brand supermaket lager yesterday from 1700-2000 and gave myself a bad head this morning. I know I shouldn’t have done it, right up to and the beyond the point where I shouldn’t have done it. But 4 x 3.7% for £2.25? It felt like I needed an escape and a reward. From now on, I stay safe and stick with the 4 x 2.1% for a quid instead.

Until I shoot off the last 12 exposures in my Olympus Trip, this is my greatest photo. The car is a Trabant which would have been built in East Germany – possibly as late as the 80’s. This is the car you could aspire to having if you lived in the Easter Bloc before the wall came down. They were awful, but they were cars, and plastic cars to boot. Being plastic, they didn’t rust and will live in landfill forever, unless they were burned.

The car in the shot may have been an old persons car, or it may have been a younger person with a vanity project. What made me take the picture was the Garfied stuck to the window. This is where East and West meet and this gives reason for hope, whilst at the same time highlighting the differences in the world. Garfield knocked down the Berlin wall.

Unless I’ve miscounted, my next entry will be #300. No pressure to write a good one then!