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(You can click either to get a larger, zoomed-in view… if you really want that…) First, I just wanted to clear up some issues. Yesterday, when I ‘leaked’ (sorry) the first picture on Twitter, I had a lot of responses questioning the colour (and consistency?) of my urine. No, I do not have anything wrong with my kidneys. I’m not taking any vitamin supplements. I did not drink a lot of orange juice. That’s just the natural, slightly-radioactive hue of…

When I started taking photography seriously I shot, almost exclusively, night-time landscapes. Believe it or not, I actually learnt around Washington D.C. — back in 2002 I could be found tramping around the US capital at two in the morning trying to catch the perfect photo. I took a killer photo of the Watergate complex — one of my favourites of all time! — but about 3 years ago I lost it. My hard disk died. Sucks. But anyway, for…

(Or possibly a goose. But I think it’s a swan.) Yesterday’s entry (the one that features my first ever poem) had a lovely photo in. But of course I took more than just one good photo, duh! So… for about 10 minutes I tried to get a swan to sit still. It’s a lot harder than you might think. I tried soothing noises (perhaps I should’ve podcasted this entry, so you could judge just how soothing my ‘swanish’ is), I…

It’s been a month since I was last alone. Solitary in that naked-in-your-room-listening-to-loud-music kind of way. First I was in the Faroes for three weeks. And then, for the past week, I had a case of the Americans. Noisy Americans. Young Americans that run circles around my tired, old bones. Even during the few times I’ve found myself alone in my room the sound of their raucous laughter and singing always seemed to find its way to my bedroom But……