Photographs - The Idea of North Part 2 - The Fire Rises

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The Underworld Begins Every-night - Beneath the world are rocks and elements and all kinds of stuff going back ages. If you go deep enough you get molten rock and molten metal. Think about that for a moment. This is a hole that allows our house to turn the water off. Quite an accomplishment when you think about it. Some men are here - all men - doing stuff with cables etc.

That same hole. Apparently, due to quantum mechanics this hole is only there because you are looking at it. Also, due to quantum mechanics, these two photographs, taking within seconds of each other, have changed significantly between. What is a hole anyway? The word hole has nothing to do with this appearance. We just agree on it to make life easier. We buy into these myths and stories. It gives life order and meaning. But one should not forget how the mind creates things.

A celebration wall of a local charity to help those who have come into hard times.

Fair play to the guy who was working on the garden this fine June day. Even in the toughest of areas, hope springs eternal. Even if one is on one's deathbed, there is life and potential.

Working through this list. As is my young son. Good news folks. Have you forgotten how to live? Do you cherish those special moments?

Please ignore the adverts, but I wanted to leave in the distractions that form life. Here is what to say to an anxious child, and yourself, and anyone else for that matter.

A house, an alleyway and Jesus.

What is this picture of? I took it of the stick that closed the blinds as we needed a new one in a flat. Outside are Mann Island Apartments and the Liverpool Museum. Reflections muddy the picture. Water breaks into droplets as it hits the window from grey skies. Apparently, when the oceans formed it rained for thousands of years constantly. Imagine that. We are but flashes in the pan. Get some meaning from your days. Forge it, said Francis Bacon.

Neurodiversity awareness wall in a school. I recall the 'good old days' - when you were considered not very bright or considered weird. Today you are just considered not very bright or considered weird.

An autumnal day in a park. The low light makes it beautiful. My son runs after a ball. Note the long shadows, the beautiful trees, the bounce and excitement of youth, the way the ball and its shadow are raised from the ground. This picture makes me think of red cheeks and autumn days of my youth. The leaves scattered randomly but there seems to be some order to it. A lovely memory. Parks are our lungs. The world is our stage.

Generation Rent and the dark hand of slum landlords. Didn't see this on the news... Don't forget the Cost of Living only affects you because you have not embraced the invisible hand of the market. It is all down to you, they say.

See above. A beautiful wand. Not a bad view. Welcome to the second city of Empire. Liverpool. The Livered Pool. This area was once under water.

That's me!! That's me!! Says someone in their mind!!!

That is me. In the wrong order!!! I'm not alone....

Part Three