Lightmancer

• 2010-04-10

  

  It takes courage to reach out.  It’s easier to keep your hands at your sides and your heart in your pocket.  But the best thing about reaching out is when you touch. 

  Then it’s all worthwhile.

  
  

• 2010-04-04

  

  Powerful thing, emotion.  Love, most of all.  Religion?  You can keep it, but the passions it stirs are hard to ignore.   

  Who said the English are reserved?

• 2010-04-01

  

  People who look at maps do so for a reason.  Nobody stands in the middle of the street and studies one for fun.  Some can transliterate; relate the lines and shapes on the sheet to the place they are standing - or want to be standing.  Others will stare all day and still get it wrong. 

  Seeing isn’t about looking - it’s about understanding.

• 2010-03-26

  

  There is something special about graffiti.  It is by nature transient, ephemeral - intrusive.  It has no place in an ordered society, and yet it exists in every society that aspires to order - and always has.  It is subversive, and yet when done well it is uplifting.  A finger raised to The Man.

  Or a spray can.

• 2010-03-12

  

  Knowledge is power.  It always has been.  But they don’t want you to know that.  Books used to be kept chained up, for fear of the wisdom contained in their pages actually getting to those who could make best use of it. 

  Not a lot has changed, has it?

• 2010-03-09

  

  Big Brother had a sister.  It’s a little known fact.  Pretty little thing.  But just as observant. And intolerant. She would have found a spiritual home in England today.
  

  It’s dangerous to sleep on the Metro, you know - trains run over sleepers.

• 2010-03-05

  

  There is something stark about the light in Southerly climes.  It is actinic. Bright. Sometimes almost clinical.  Everything seems somehow clean when washed by the Southern Sun.  Shapes are more shapely, angles delineated.  Nothing ambiguous.  You know where you are.

  Portugal, actually.

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  I like numbers.  They are reliable.  Predictable.  Like fingers, they are something you can count on.  They represent order, progression. They therefore seldom present themselves unexpectedly.  When they do it would be rude to ignore them.

  Ironically this is not a digital image.

• 2010-03-03

  

  Bridges lead somewhere.  They always do.  You cannot cross a bridge without coming to it.  On the other side it is different.  Sometimes better, sometimes worse.  But always different.  That’s the great thing about bridges.  Not only do they keep your feet dry but they are reliable.

  I like bridges.

• 2010-03-02

  

  Every day that you have lived is just a dress rehearsal for today. You can keep making the same mistakes, or you can raise your game.  It’s up to you.  There is no director, no script, no critics - but there is an audience.

  Get it wrong and they will walk out on your performance.  You don’t want that.

• 2010-02-26

  

  Funny things, stairs.  They are not a place, they are a tool.  They are go-betweens, transporting us not just from one place to another, but from level to level.  They move us, and yet they do not move.  They are overlooked, underestimated.

  There.

• 2010-02-25

  

  Some people have mastered the art of invisibility.  It doesn’t take much - an outstretched hand usually does the trick.  The military could save millions on camouflage paint just by fitting their tanks with collecting tins.

• 2010-02-24

  

  There are parts of the world that look like sets for a science fiction film.  They should be carefully noted, documented, understood.  If we are not careful the rest of the world will end up looking just the same, someday.

• 2010-02-23

  

  Get up.

  If you want to know what a city looks like without the tourists, if you want to hear its heart beat, if you want to know the people who live there, go for a walk at dawn.  Watch it wake up around you; catch it unawares, stretching, scratching, readying itself for the day ahead.  Let the city unfold before you and be there to capture it.

• 2010-02-21

  

  Contrary to popular belief, the Devil is not in the detail.  Trust me, he wouldn’t fit.
  

  But the detail is where the story lies.  Sometimes the story is clear, sometimes you have to figure it out for yourself.  But it is there.  You just have to look.