[two clouds meet, and there we are]

[a blog I once wrote about inclement
weather]  =]

It’s foggy outside I don’t know
why but I’ve always loved fog that
and thunderstorms I don’t know
why they fascinate me. But they
have done since a child, I’ve
never been able to understand
being scared of a thunderstorm.

BOOMM!!!

With fog, it’s the idea, the fact even,
that your standing in one place
and although you can’t see too
far ahead. You know it’s there.
Not everything is visible
but you know.

Did you know
that that means that the fog seems
to be ubiquitous?

It’s like good times
you know? Always ahead
but never quite distinct
enough to know that they
are gonna be there when
you finally arrive.

Thunderstorms are just intense,
this said with a ringing
in ones ears. I can’t help but
sit at a window and stare
when one happens or maybe go
outside and appreciate it
firsthand.

I think I just love weather
I want to be able to one
day appreciate them all.

the weather
the seasons
the tides
the sky
the ground
the way ahead

Thunderstorms Are Cool

;

life/relationships/etc are much like a car
dealership heres why…

In the forecourt before you there is an
array of cars, left to right, shiny and dull,
you’ve got the cheap cars that the alright
people go for and actually appreciate.

Then you’ve got the expensive cars that
people only go for cause they look good
and are always more trouble than they’re worth.

But no matter what cars there are no-one ever
needs a fifth wheel.

The point I make here, is random,
but you can’t argue with that logic.

[see me, sans degree]

Conversations at work recently brought up
a long forgotten subject [well at least to
me], as to why I’m not studying photography
at university to a degree level.

Interesting. But as with all things
it has a story, and as always, I
doubt this will be a short one.

Sorry [in advance]

Well to begin with I’d like to
say that I did once get accepted
into uni with the work I had,
which my college tutor said
wasn’t good enough. But hey,
and with that for some reason
something clicked in my mind and
from that point I stopped working,
literally, went into college printed
some work in the darkroom and
helped others but thats about it.

The aftermath of this is that I
never made it into university and
barely scraped a pass from the college
course. And apart from disappointing
a few people I didn’t really care.

That was, of course, until I saw Steve.
Now Steve and I had last talked the day
I was accepted into uni, and so knew
nothing of my recent failures. So while
she was stealing my food, she asked for an
update on the uni situation and my life
in general. Now, I told her alot of stuff
at this point, most of which I’m not
going to share [for two reasons, the first,
it's got nothing to do with the story and
second, it was a troubling time in my
life].

So as she stole my last chip and took
in this flood of information she just
sat back and said [to the best of my
memory];

“Thats okay, you’re just going to re-apply
as a mature student when your old enough”

And that was that, that was the course my life
was on, I would continue to pursue photography
and wait until I was old enough to become a
mature student and join the ranks of higher education.
Funny that that was all it took, some words
from someone who would actually turn out to
be an important figure in that part of my life.

And thats what I did, kept my passion alive
in the hopes of one day being re-accepted into
De Mont Ford University, which is in Leicester
UK, if you were wondering.

Now, there is only one problem with
this and this is the only condition that
I put to Steve’s order, and this was it;

“But I’m not going to if my photographic career
is taking off”

And the thing is, it kind of is, I’m photographing
weddings and events and so forth. People like my
photos and for example I have three events [boat
parties, wedding receptions and not to mention
the countless band photos and possibly a calendar]
and two weddings before the year is out. But I do feel
like I’ve missed out at the same time. Maybe I
will go back, but it does sometimes feel like its
too late. But I shall definitely enquire for next
year. A promise is a promise.

Also some other things, near enough everybody
I know that studies a creative subject at uni wants
to quit soon after, I’ve actually talked a few people
into staying the distance at university and also if
your ever with me and you see me turn off the radio
at another university or student advert this article
should explain why. Also, why do I keep a promise
to someone I’ve not actually seen in what feels like
years, It’s not like she’ll find out.