This is weird. It's been a while. Hello images that have some meaning. This is one of the first images in a long, long time that I'm happy with. I think the vagueness of it pleases me. I have moved. I live in a big house in London. The previous tenants were a family; the father of the family still living in the house as landlord and tenant. On one wall in the house there a photo pegs. The little white roundy ones with the hooks at the end. I've been fascinated by them. They just scream out to me. I want to know their stories; what pictures they held, what cherished memories were once so precariously balanced on them, now forgotten and left to gather dust on the walls, never to be used again. This will be a continous thing. But for now, this is a start.
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