Hergest Ridge

When Mark Twain wrote “work is a necessary evil to be avoided”, or, more precisely when I read the words decades later, I saw his wisdom for the gold that it is. Despite the small detail of having based my opinion on a questionable process, I doubt I’ll find a soul twisted enough to argue the point (mind you, a few may be hell bent enough, and do so at a future date).

For your reading pleasure, I hope to get some of my ideas up soon, along with the many photos waiting their chance to escape the confines of my camera. Poor things have been boxed up for far too long, and while it’s not quite solitary confinement, they exist to be seen and shall get their chance soon!

So much creative energy, so little time…

In two weeks I’ll be standing on French firma – Paris, Cannes, and something in between. Then, it’s off to Germany and among many the town where I’ve spent several seasons. In those days ago, I walked to school with a backpack, lunch, and a juice box. The walk up hill (both ways) passed with talk of the tree house, swimming am Waldbad, building the raft, and that time we got chased by a farmer through the corn field.

I’m pretty sure I was one of the last kids to go through a Huck Finn childhood. After that, society politically corrected and steralised growing up. Had we resisted the temptation, maybe kids today would have fewer addictions, disorders, emotional scars, and children of their own, in trade for a few achy joints and some old scars.

They’d definitely have something better to talk about.