What’s the girl on the bridge listening to, what is she thinking about? Is she happy, or is she sad perhaps? So many faces and stories, all unique, all hopeful.  How I missed them.

* I’ve been approaching a few of the local art galleries lately, and while still early days I’m happy to report that a couple of them  have shown some interest in a possible exhibition in the summer. So yes, ‘Nowhereville’ is in full swing, and through the incredible support I’ve been receiving from my fellow bloggers, this dream, this passionate affair, lives on. Thank you guys, thank you from the bottom of my ever so grateful heart.

Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old ’55
As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive.

Now the sun’s coming up, I’m riding with Lady Luck, freeway cars and trucks,
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a-wishing I’d stayed a little longer,
Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling’s getting stronger.

- Tom Waits (Live)

* Don’t forget to have a look at my humble, yet oh so passionate affair. http://www.indiegogo.com/Nowhereville?a=428070 The dream lives on! And thanks to the generosity of one of our own here on WordPress, that dream beckons ever closer, thank you S.

And so it begins. This project, this passionate affair, finally in full swing. Here we go, and how it will go, only sweet mother time will tell. Yes, it may crash and burn, it might ‘fail’, but then again, it might not. Let’s see.

Thanks a million to everyone that’s been with me so far, and stick around, the dice is very much in play…

The project site’s up, and there’s a new page that will redirect you to forthcoming updates. So, please do have a look every now and again.

Regular scheduling on this site should commence soon…

* For some bizarre, and utterly confounding reason the site’s widget refuses to embed, so the best I can do for the moment is to post a link, but hopefully I’ll be able to change that soon.

And here it is: http://www.indiegogo.com/Nowhereville?a=428070

Some time ago, just before she left for good, we we’re lying in bed, me and her, her and me. I think we might have been listening to those mad pigeons scrambling in the roof again, doing that crazy dance they did, but I can’t be sure anymore. What I do remember is telling her what I wanted to do, how I wanted to capture memories of the world, how I wanted to create something some might possibly find ‘beautiful’. I don’t think I made myself very clear though, incoherently rambling on like I tend to do, I think she thought I was simply being morbid. Anyway.

What I’m trying to get at in a ever so labored way is that this coming summer I’m going to attempt this feat, this impossible, utterly subjective attempt at capturing something a certain few might construe as being ‘beautiful’. I’m going to travel far and wide in search of decaying memories, which is of course intangible by their very nature, but what I’m hoping to do is to give them substance in the form of all those sad and lost places alongside the road. Abandoned houses, crumbling cinemas, empty stations and railway lines, signs of places and lives that where once very tangible indeed. Through these ‘signs’, these places, I hope to give them some form of ‘memory’ again, where it might have completely vanished in time, or is very close to being utterly lost. My latest series ‘Nowhereville’ will be the inspiration for this attempt, because while I think it’s a reasonably good start, it certainly needs some elaboration and possibly a somewhat larger scope, which these travels will hopefully provide.

My plan of action is to fund this leap of faith by means of a crowd funding platform, because, well, unfortunately I’m rather poor and searching for ‘decaying memories’ needs train tickets, film (yep, going full on analog on this one), printing costs, framing, publishing etc, because at the end of the trip I’m planning on self publishing a photo book, and also I’m going to arrange an exhibition or two – which, being an unknown and all will most probably also have to be self financed, hence the printing and framing costs. My supporters will then receive printed frames of their choice, and also a copy of the book as a big ‘thank you’ as I would really like to make them a part of this whole experience, because, I mean, at the end of the day it’s universal memories, not so?

In the coming days and weeks I’ll be sharing more of my intended itinerary, the proper project statement/link, a new portfolio, latest ideas, a possible collaboration I’ve got planned, developments, and so forth. So then, thanks for listening, and if anyone has any thoughts or advice on the matter please give me a shout, it would really be much appreciated as this whole venture is very much new territory for me, and while exciting, it’s also ever so slightly intimidating. If you like, you can also send me your Twitter handle for updates along the way.

Last but not least, I would like to thank a few people for all the superb encouragement they’ve been offering over the months, Marina over at http://marinachetner.com/ , seriously, without her continued support and kick ass attitude I don’t think (know) I would have taken this bold leap. Thanks, Marina. Also, Adrian over at http://eccentric99.wordpress.com for his much needed friendship and enthusiasm, you know I appreciate it, man. And then of course there’s Florian at http://www.hobokollektiv.net/ for those tunes he loves so much, his shared outlook, his inspiration, thanks, brother.

* I’ll also continually be updating this project profile at http://www.behance.net/Cameravagrant

I was always right
About the morning
Okay, I’m an old shoe

Danced above the blaze
Never stopped crawling
Over the black dunes

And I’m waiting for you
Waiting forever
Are you awake now, too?

- Wilco

Sometimes, when you least expect it, she leaves. And all was going so well you say to yourself, how could she. She could, and she would, what do you expect. Her mood changed, changes, as light changes. And so you think by yourself, listening to the quiet, you stare into the waning light, wondering as you walk these streets, looking for her notes, your beloved, your indifferent lover.

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don’t think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I’m gonna melt down

- Radiohead

Think I’ll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They’re all free

So maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I’ll find my way home

- Stereophonics

Beauty is what the eyes behold
And you burn brighter than most
I chased you thru the midnight streets
To be where I could speak freely

                                                                                                    - Audioslave

When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown.

                                                                                                             - Nick Drake