Showing posts with label Rubbish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rubbish. Show all posts

Monday, 23 February 2015

23rd February 2015: Positive Attitude.

It is with a positive attitude that I sit and observe the rain pouring down through the window, soaking the washing,

hoping for a return of the sun that seemed so content in the sky not more than five minutes ago.


Poem written by Glen Byford, 23rd February 2015, 11.47am

 

Sunday, 18 January 2015

January 18th 2015: hesitation.



Hesitation.

It haunts me.

Hangs in the air beside me, an apparition that seldom leaves me.

Holds me, holds me back.

I hesitate.



a poem written by Glen Byford, 11.24pm 18th January 2015

Thursday, 7 August 2014

Monday, 3 June 2013

June 3rd 2013: the unwanted tale of two bad mice

found discarded and abandoned alongside a bin in Enfield Town



thankfully, someone after my own heart had appeared to have taken it in, since the framed picture was no longer there when i passed by an hour later

Photograph taken by Glen Byford using a HTC Desire C and edited using Aviary, 3rd June 2013, 12.27pm

Friday, 22 March 2013

March 22nd 2013: snowing in spring

the 'official' first day of spring was earlier this week, yet this morning I was stood at the bus stop whilst it snowed

*photo may be edited

Photo taken by Glen Byford using a HTC Desire C and 'edited' in Aviary, 22nd March 2013


Monday, 28 January 2013

January 28th 2013: Going Home

Today was the kind of day that I just couldn't wait to walk away from,
Atmosphere hung heavy and the sense of an irrational storm pass overhead,
The clouds had gathered all day,
The vibes had overshadowed in the worst way,
And half five couldn't come soon enough,
The metaphor pours physically as I stand at the bus stop,
Gripping the oyster card in my pocket,
Pressing the fine edge harder into my palm,
The only stress relief will be stepping through the front door,
Kicking off my boots,
And relishing the time off,
The 121 can't come soon enough.

Monday, 8 October 2012

october 8th: Damien: The Omen II



i appreciate honesty
which is why i have
the utmost respect
for the makers of
The Omen 2
because there is a
documentary
in the special features
where they pretty much admit
that the film was shit



written by Glen Byford on the 8th October 2012, 22:15pm

Sunday, 29 July 2012

july 29th: urban art gallery



armed with a new 'smart' phone, I was ready to capture this uniquely displayed painting spotted whilst cycling home from work.




taken by Glen Byford, using a HTC desire C, 29th July 2012

Thursday, 3 May 2012

May 3rd: Job Centre







i sit and wait to be called to a desk
i sit and wait
the room is lifeless
as souls are sucked out of their hosts
abandon hope all ye that enter here








written by Glen Byford, 3rd May 2012, 01:24am

Sunday, 7 August 2011

august 7th: Enfield and I





I am fiercely proud of my home town,
Enfield is part of who I am,
I am a part of Enfield,
And an attack on Enfield,
Is an attack on me.


As the tension mounts,
And ill feeling hangs heavy in the air,
I can't shake the involuntary feeling of excitement,
Mixing with sickness.


Tonight we make history together,
As I pray that everything historic,
Everything beautiful,
Everything and everyone I love,
Doesn't burn down to the ground.


It is all eyes on us tonight,
As we bunker down in our homes,
And make it a night to remember,
With our updates and our outrage,
Trending, reporting and cowering,
As the same four clips of footage,
Repeat over and over on Sky News.




written by Glen Byford, August 7th

Sunday, 19 June 2011

june 19th: taking in strays



my girlfriend was unimpressed to find this greeting her on the front door step when she came home, it had been abandoned in an alley not far from home and i felt quite sorry for it, so decided to bring it home

taken by Glen Byford using a Casio Exilim EX-Z60, June 19th 20:04am