Infinitely Distracting

An unexpected visit.

Grass is powdered with dew, air at a standstill, river lying belly up boasting the sun's first glee.

Necessity, the mother of invention.

Saturday night down at the pool. Things go as unplanned.

Night withdraws and routine is bathed once more in morning glory.

Music sails out through an open star-filled window. The band members decamp to sit before the lunar light of a black and white television, watching a late-night movie—The Razor's Edge, The Day of the…

Bursting into bloom like blossoms driven by spring, taking the world by surprise anew… again,

Use big brushes and make broad strokes.

Speaking of the immense and immediate gratification that music appears to bring.

Everyone was in a band, weren't they? The rehearsal space is a disused garment factory, divided and subdivided, preoccupied by various factions and formations.

Going down the Valley to band rehearsal. What could be better than that.

The rehearsal space is an abandoned undergarment factory at the lower end of town. Don't ask why, but rehearsal time ... is always a delight.

He is not smirking at all, simply has that kind of face.

Imagining, or remembering what it was like. Mel has a bath.

This is what it is like before we are born.

Patience is a virtue. The arteries of the city run slow. Brake lights and indicators ablink and aglow in the dusk haze. Day is clearly fading and night closing in.

In peak hour city tailback, a string of red lights stretching ahead to where the evening is and to everything that could happen there.

Finding things in the most unexpected of places.

Melody went to work, on the building site, or was it a demolition.

Fragments found in pockets.