I don’t know how many pictures I’ve taken this week. I’m willing to bet that it’s not far short of 100. That equates to three rolls of film. The last time I shot a roll of film would have been the early nineties. Between 1992 when I left Berlin and when I acquired my first digital camera – way before I got my first mobile phone with a camera. I don’t even recall having a camera, but I must have done.
I was out for my walk and just as I turned on to the High street a small car pulled up outside a shop. I hadn’t noticed that there was a person sleeping in the doorway. The driver of the car is the owner of the shop. He shouted at the rough sleeper “Hey You.” Of course, the sleeper had to move. I didn’t stay to see if there was any kind of confrontation. But I felt for both the sleeper and the shop owner. Who would have either of their problems sets in these times?
I have this feeling that none of my writings this week have been difficult to commit. No sense of Writers Block. This is obviously a good thing. But at the same time I don’t feel that any of my writings have any kind of sense of adventure about them. This coming Monday’s article will delve in to that a little bit, I have been thinking about the book of the week since I read the introduction. It isn’t really a book, more of a pamphlet. I’m not going to say any more about it at the moment.
In the meantime, I want to briefly talk about a film; The Monuments Men. Hugh Bonneville plays an officer on the British Army, whilst searching for a piece of religious art he gets shot. There is then a breakaway to read a letter he wrote to his father. i will try and find the words, but I thought the letter was beautiful. I know it was only theatre, but it really did quite move me.