winter wonderland 5

tomorrow will be another plane, a different city, a strange tongue twisting language.

Winter wonderland 4

Lightning flashes. On the tip of the right wing colours dance, flying a couple of thousand metres above Manila. Clouds flicker, blue, red , orange, pink stars beautifully close and competing with the light, mellow drifting up from midnight fires. A regulation grey and drab blanket which has been over washed to be called anything like soft, fluffy, cuddley.

Winter wonderland 3

Leaning against bright red blood brick walls they chatter. Paint so thick it drips, licked. Around the corner an old woman bent in the dry cold afternoon. She sold ribbons, buttons, thread. I wanted a picture of the weed-smoking curly glass pipes nestled in between hand knitted beanies, they look rather innocent.

winter wonderland edition 2

SOUTH KENSINGTON
a tube
a train
a boat
a plane
okay lets not get carried away.
all these people have somewhere to go, somewhere to be.
He works in an office, taking the afternoon off to battle through christmas shopping.
Lady holding multitudes of bags... hmm she is a nanny, she popped out to get the groceries.
A tall boy, orange hair, leans into the train window as it winds around dark tunnel corners, lights flicker on and off, the perfect strobe for the dubstep on his nano.
Silly, frilly girls chatter, english voices that make them sound all the more blonde.
I wonder if anyone just jumps on for fun, sits and stares, maybe writes what they see and ponders on the happenings of all the people on a london underground train

Winter wonderland edition 1

chilling on a London underground bench, quite literally. 2 degrees, breathe in, breathe out. White fog dragons race each other, break off from one-another, disappear.