A million things have happened since I last blogged. But I promised to post all the other American dérives, so here they are. This is Seattle.
Under the Bridge.
Bout of MJH?
Red Right Hand.
The Back Door.
Preview: Gasworks Park.
The Cemetery of White Goods.
Car park. (Seriously, could this get any more Tarkovskian?)
TV programme: Ton, Steine, Scherben.
Home. (“Don’t show Werner Herzog!” – my brother)
Out into the Zone. (Futuristic juxtaposition on the horizon.)
Stairway (to Enlightenment).
(My brother calls this) Juggernaut.
(No, seriously: “Leber Aufstrich”.)
One poppy. (My brother says: a visual haiku.)
Exercises in Escapism.
MUTATED FUCK THE SYSTEM.
“Between us stood, as if on watch, / The stratified and solid water.”
Contact. (Content & meaning still under debate.)
This must house the Wishing Room.
On the way back: bonus Mononoke boars.
Leaving the well-trodden path. (Sentinels on the hill.)
Getting lost deliberately.
Definitely approaching… somewhere.
Clocktower (St Michael’s Church).
Definitely in the zone.
Time is relative.
Alleyway (2nd level of reality).
Alleyway (3rd level of reality).
The other side of that portal in Betina? (If so, what’s in the dark space in-between?)
Leaving the zone. (Dystopia.)
Spotted two days ago at a furniture shop.