Sight: View from the backseat, Dorset, 2012
Hazy sunrise through the windshield, a backseat passenger on the road to somewhere. Everything ahead and no need to look back, a summer of profound joy. There’s something attractive about creating indistinct images, something unknowable seated at their core with edges blurred and softened. Contentment suffused in early morning light.
Song: ‘This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody’, Speaking in Tongues by Talking Heads (1983)
We drift in and out
Oh! Sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view