#trawlermen

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been reviewing my ongoing fishing boat based project and I’ve concluded that it isn’t going the way I want. I’m not unhappy with the images I’ve made, so far, I just feel that the photos aren’t connecting with people or conveying the story I have in my head. There are a few reasons for this, and if I’m honest, most of the issues I have are down to me. From the start,…

Ok. Okay! So perhaps Revelation isn’t as close as it seemed yesterday when I started reading with the youthful enthusiasm of someone who has read all about a topic but hasn’t actually done the thing at all. 

Rising this morning full of plans to make up for my lack of devotion yesterday, i breakfasted, pottered, showered, pottered about some more, decluttered and tidied. 

It wasn’t long before I realised I was distracted. No reading, however interesting, ever gets done if you don’t actually read it. Rather pathetic were the lengths I was subconsciously prepared to endure. 

I emptied some overfull bins and watered some tired looking bird of paradise plants. I chatted to my little sister and did some washing while helpfully rehanging the washing that appeared to have been hung on the washing line by a hopeless drunk. 

Shortly after this episode I was trapped by the wiles of Tumblr (I’m new here so everything is still shiny!) and Youtube (I learnt about the gun markets of Peshwar, the Trawlermen of the North Sea and a little about how to speak so that people will listen by a guy called Julian Treasure (not kidding, that’s his name)). 

No major epiphanies today. Just the observation that what I seek to do and what I actually do are sometimes very different. I guess that makes me human. 

Day 2: Genesis 8-15.