Back to the real world...

...with a bump this week. This, of course, being the same real world in which most of my photos are rubbish. So, just for a change I thought I'd post some of my also-rans and near-misses from the last week.





I do actually like this next one (and, in the immortal words of Rolf Harris, "can you tell what it is yet?"), but it loses too much as a small jpeg...



I've been fascinated this week by the start of David Milch's new HBO series John from Cincinnati. My interest in his work stems mostly from my abiding love of the English language, and all who sail in her, rather than any particular predilection for detectives, Gold Rush barkeeps, or professional surfers - and, while this new series doesn't have the utterly glorious "Shakespeare on crack in the Wild West" quality of Deadwood's dialogue*, Milch's voice and love of words shines through. It actually reminds me a lot of the way characters talk in Don DeLillo's novels - a sort of studied, stylised realism.

* - I still occasionally chuckle to myself at Swearengen's plans to open a "a small joint in Manchester, England catering to the specialists exclusive - to let them know they're amongst their own maybe I'll operate from the corner hanging upside down like a fucking bat."