Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Point, prints and push.

1. At the first stroke, the sharp new point on my pencil pops and crumbles into a tiny constellation, black on white.

2. Dry morning. No-one in sight. Dew wet footprints on the path get fainter step by step.

3. One last push late at night to finish my day's proofreading.

Dates, from the slopes and esoteric zine.

1. To eat a few fat sweet dates with my coffee. 2. A video showing careful, elegant parallel turns comes home from the dry slope before they...