Good Grief 1878

Long days these.
Today was utterly curious and just as a note to self included the farmer takes his wife to the chippy - things are set to change; the lad laughs at the thought of a behavioural experiment with the hoover (this is nothing to do with a certain electrolux advert) but not as much as we both did thinking about his mother's shock when he does; the bishop and his maker; and a life of quiet hidden desperation.
I desperately wanted to take photos today - there was a quality to each and every one of these that I wanted to capture.
I thought about the start of 'In Our Time' that I had just caught as I drove over - all about early photography. I ought to listen to it.
It made me wonder about how photography and the preservation of moments and images may have changed us, set us on a different path.
When I popped into the staff kitchen for a drink I flicked through a copy of a type of magazine that I never look at. It was 'Hello' I think. I was so utterly sickened and appalled by the whole thing - everything in it made me despair -the celebrity culture, the values shouting out of every page, it was exhausting in its cultural bombardment. 

P's birthday tomorrow. We would always have gone off on an adventure.