Another World is Possible

... although, sadly, not probable.

I don't want to talk about the US election.

I'm posting from Manchester Airport before flying to Lisbon for the European Public Health Conference, with half an hour to while away and thinking that it feels like the first bit of downtime I've had in a month. That's probably not strictly true but it does at least feel like I finally have a clear head, with nothing urgent to do except remember to get to the gate on time. I've just checked to see it's six weeks since I last posted here. Photography has taken a back seat to all the other things in my life, which have kept me ridiculously busy. I've also caught Covid and, second time around, actually experienced some symptoms, including a few weeks of residual brain fog. I got over that and managed to knock myself out falling over and suffered a concussion for a while, but I'm fine. Last week I was at a writing retreat for a week, editing my novel. Today I was in Manchester for a writing conference, pitching at agents and getting some very useful advice. Getting one's writing published is very hard - even if it's good enough - but there are things you can do to lessen the crazy odds.

So, this is just to say to those who might have wondered, that I haven't given up on blipping more generally than through my portrait journal. Thanks to those of you who still pop by there. I took it as a message from the universe when during the days I was poorly and probably infectious with Covid, resigned to not meeting anyone, I had deliveries made to my door, quite randomly, allowing me to take a photo from inside. It was quite extraordinary how these lovely people were delivered to me.

A street shot from outside the Writing School on Oxford Road in Manchester. I'm being called to the gate.