Donald

One Street: Market Square, Shipley #47

Thanks for all the good wishes yesterday. Over time the words in my journal have become increasingly important as a record of my life. I've never been able to keep a diary or a journal before now, not for more than a few weeks anyway. There is a certain magic about this community which encourages and fosters this activity. It remains a little odd - when I think about it - having this sitting in the public domain the way it is, but for the most part it has become perfectly normal to share what I'm doing and feeling with all you guys out there. And that has to include the bad times as well as the good times. I try to be as honest as I can be here. When I'm feeling like shit there's no point in pretending otherwise!

I'm still overwhelmed by the huge number of things that have to be sorted at the moment but today hasn't been spent quite so much in the twilight. That was helped by taking a break at lunchtime and meeting a couple of great people on Market Square. I'm getting to know quite a few of the locals now. I'm recognised with my camera and people like to talk. It's lovely. It's also very lovely to be looked after by my good friends at Creative Breads. They did me a special "under the counter" special today which was wonderful. Cheers guys. That pasty was amazing.

There has been a distinct shift of late in the focus of my photography. There was a dramatic sky this morning and an exquisitely wispy and ethereal sky tonight, making for some great landscapes, but I feel compelled to blip Donald here today. He was such a lovely laid-back guy, very amenable to me taking a few shots during our conversation. This is my favourite photo of the day. I'm more drawn at the moment to the patterns of faces than the patterns of the sky. I guess, ultimately, they are simply more interesting. Each hints at so many untold stories. I love it that I have this medium here for telling mine. I feel very honoured that you take the time to read them. Thank you.