This spring, as every year- the atmosphere is that of new beginnings, natures awakening,skin exposing, blind optimism, the birds are singing, tweet bloody tweet. I know, I’m a miserable bastard- but at least that way if I get flattened by a falling piano today- I won’t be surprised.
There’s a stronger percentage of smiling going on,-even the guy who asked me for some change yesterday (as I had literally put one foot out the front door) had a smile on his face.- Maybe in a strange way, my morning scowl made me more approachable to the poor sod- who was used to an army of indifferent grinners. To be honest, he did’nt give me any time to be indifferent- I had barely woken up- at that point, he could have tried his luck & asked me for the shirt off my back. Anyway, I started the day feeling smug & charitable.
With the spring, the street is rapidly becoming a makeshift catwalk for all those self absorbed charm-testers. The romantic gaze into the distance is a hazardous exercise in Paris- as, even if the climate is changing-there’s still as much dog muck on the ground. Seriously, on some days- I feel I could qualify for an olympic slalom event. A few years back, you could see specially employed people on ’sucker’ motorbikes who would remove the stuff with the nonchalence of a bazooker wielding film star. Now, they are nowhere to be seen.. As you can gather, there’s been a digital camera in my life- an aquaintance has one & we’ve been playing around with it. I still have my dad’s traditional Minolta camera & I’ve always entertained the idea of doing some ’serious’ photography but never really get round to it. I must say though, even if there’s the ‘warmth’ argument etc in comparison with digital,-I’m really impressed by the quality of the digital camera & possibilities of something so portable- might get one. As I’m writing- a cloud has just covered up the sun- Ha! Bah-humbug! Bring on the falling pianos – spring, who needs it!? >piano falls on head.