Friday, 2 November 2007

Ebb and Flow




I don't presume to think I am in control of my destiny, but some days self delusion is easier to swallow than others.

Over the last few weeks a series of unconnected events have contrived to make life a bit too interesting.

It has become all too evident that despite adhering to the 'Six P' principle, (Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance), the random nature of the world we live in can and will cause the occasional unexpected bump in the road.

Now, I know this all sounds obtuse and a bit self-absorbed, not to mention vague and lacking in detail, but this stuff mostly involves my nearest and dearest, or cock ups of my own accidental design. Either way vague it shall remain.

Thinking of how to sort out some of this stuff, while strolling along the beach, I stumbled upon this old plastic drum stuck in the beach.
It had obviously come adrift from a set of crab gear out to sea, and ended up half full of sand, held captive at the edge of the ocean.
No longer fulfilling it's purpose, unable to drift on or sink away from sight.
A simple sad thing, under a wide blue sky.

7 comments:

Swearing Mother said...

That is a fabulous photo Knifepainter. How great to be able to walk somewhere like that when you need to sort your head out.

Your mystery is intruiging, hope it all gets unravelled and sorted out.

knifepainter said...

I can't remember what I did to clear stuff up before we came here.

As for the mystery, nothing too unusual, just a items of random shit occuring in quick succession

fingers said...

Crab gear, eh ??
I did wonder what sort of idiot Eskimo had built his igloo so close to the water's edge...

knifepainter said...

Yeah Fingers, didn't understand the water closer/water further away thing.....

beachfreak said...

There's some great melancholy moments to be found on the beach.......

Fab photo. It's relighting an idea I've been meaning to run past you for a while.

knifepainter said...

Run it past me Freak, I'm poised.

beachfreak said...

Private conversation big boy, otherwise some other fucker will steal multi-billion pound idea.