The first moment of a new day. Not the first moment that I open my eyes. Not that purgatorial moment between night and day, when muscle memory gets me out of bed and puts a cup of fresh coffee in my hand. No, this is what comes after, when my head wakes-up, when thoughts start to bubble, when the day really begins. Sometimes my best thoughts and ideas are the first things that I think when I wake. Things that dawned on me.
I spend my days walking, thinking, making photographs, writing, reading, making music, listening to the radio, listening to music, watching films, cooking, reading, and sleeping. Most of the time I feel relaxed, creative, grateful and content. Sometimes I feel anxious. I fear that I’m missing out on something, as if there is a world going on and I’m on the outside. I wonder if I should be doing more, engaging more, contributing more, working more. I don’t know if this is a hangover from my working life. I let the feelings pass. I go out for a walk. I wander through woodland. I don’t know how long I will feel like this. It is a great ride. I go with it.
Subterranean Birdsong 