Well. It’s been an interesting month so haven’t had much time posting on here.
However a productive one nonetheless, doing some photography along the way.









Well. It’s been an interesting month so haven’t had much time posting on here.
However a productive one nonetheless, doing some photography along the way.
I believe art is transnational yet there are cultural nuisances and accents that makes its locality recognisable.
Therefore a collection of street memoirs, should be telling a story of mental anguish and litter, as it is left behind on streets of neighbourhoods prevailing their past.
The following collection is of street art, grafitti, musings that whispered something about yesterday, current and anticipatory constant.
There’s no simple way to introduce what it feels like living by a river of historic significance during turbulent times.
Knowing the nooks and cracks that made history, the disheveled justifications, a sense of hopelessness overcomes. The loss of faith in people to do the right thing, not because church or God tells them to, but because their gut knows what’s wrong.
The philosophers will debate plato and the animal that gets trained or the trained animal, I think. They toss the coin on complexities, and some are inspirational, other word play.
The them and us play stands, the identity politics. Yet we are associated creatures on recognition and language, of validity.
The histories flood back. With the tide. They are made, manufactured, manuscripted, and some translate in plain English, speaking for the blossoms.
These days some years ago, we lost onw of the greatest creative dark stardust souls.
#neverforgotten
Seeing strange features is somewhat an act of mindfulness.
The lockdowns of our past brought us closer to the act, for both entertainment and survival.
Unusual features are part of our everyday lives. Noticed in familiar and in the new.
They are around us and surround us and given the moment, we can see more of.
The gallery portrays moments in time I too saw something that thought of as a huh moment.
What was your?
If you’re looking for a mini escape in London, Nunhead offers the scenery and views for quiet reflection and gentle exercise.
Pitched on the hill between New Cross Gate, Dulwich and Peckham Rye, I’d recommend starting off at Telegraph Hill for breathtaking views of the City of London.
A short walk away, Nunhead cemetery offers grand Victoria architecture, in a lush green mini forest, open to all.
The oldest structures, weathered from the years, are classified as ruins and off bounds. They offer scenes from gothic eras, alike those filmed in Highgate cemetery for Dracula.
There’s a steep incline for a cardio friendly circular walk, offering many photogenic moments.
The thick foliage create an ideal temperature in autumn and summer.
The easiest way to get there from central London, is to get to New Cross Gate and walk up the hill
After a 2 year absence, carnival was back, bigger and better than ever.
Only love ❤️💚❤️💚