I went back to my home town this week and began my photographic autobiography, so much as changed some of the places that I revisited I have not been there for the best part of twenty years, one little place it where we used to go scrumping, there was a largeish farm, with fields festooned with apple tree's, so we used to scrump the good ones and lob the bad ones into the horses field opposite, and make sure that they went into the horse shit, the bigger the splat the better, well its gone, there are now houses on it, the field is still there but no horses and no apple tree's and no horse shit. I have got quite a few photo's to sort and tart up, that will keep me busy for some time.
I returned home on Friday and my little abode was a bit on the messy side, in fact the front room resembled a post apocalyptic landscape with stuff every where, it has taken me most of the afternoon to make it habitable once more. I think one more trip to my home town and I would have finished that side of the autobiography, this is quite and enjoyable little project, it will take me some years to collate everything, but it's quite unique I think.
I have an idea involving some art, Banksy style.
Not going to say any more on that at the mo.