Time they change

6am on a Sunday. It used to mean one thing and now means something different

If I was up at this time, it could mean one of two things that I’d been working the night before and was editing or I’d pulled an all-night gig and was on way home/to hell. Now it means I had an early night, and my weekly routine wakes me up at this time. EVERY DAY.

The perils of aging are becoming more apparent as time goes on…

Fun times. Speaking of which I do remember coming in at 6am after working all night and having to look after my 18month old, that was a fun time but then I was young, but the sleep deprivation takes its toll and now I’m old…

Most of the images made after about 2am in a club are now, with more refreshed eyes, either too cringe or too exploitative to be published so possibly that time spent was a complete waste…

What a fun thought that is !

Melancholy used to strike about this time too, weighed up with the sense of achievement that I’d got through another weekend and made some beautiful images..

Speaking of which here’s another one from the archive:

Look at this beauty from Venus in 2012 which makes this image over 10 years old, loving the energy and yes indeed I do love Manchester.

Ciao Bella