reality

We each exist in a bubble of deluded belief of what we think the ‘external’ world actually is.
We wake after dreaming and have no understanding of what a dream is.
So in this world then we ‘see’ it, we ‘hear’ it, we ‘taste’ it, we ‘breathe’ it.
It appears contiguous and material. It seems “real’.
What is tangibility?
We busy ourselves with the games before us and pretend we are masters of this domain.
Of course we all secretly carry a heavy deep dark and inexorable terror of each other and the endless unknowns.
As we once placed a naïve faith in our guardians, our children’s eyes saw us as gods. This illusion abates as fairy tales.
We grow and we question.
What is the thing we call ‘Reality’.
Where are we?
Who are We?
What are We?

who would have thought…

who would have thought...

who would have thought that a simple photograph of a humble seagull shot near my home would become an instant hit on flickr. made it into the top 500 in the first week it went up and has nearly 4000 views a few weeks after.

there’s beauty and wonder in simplicity.