'White Line Fever' by Tom Hill

Introduction 


A Brief Respite
 


On certain days, in either early Spring or late Autumn, when the sun is low in the sky everything has a warm mellowness to it-even the grimiest industrial estate can take on a brief moment of transient beauty. Seconds after this photograph was taken, the peace was shattered by two shell-suited heathens in an X- registered Ford Escort, the stereo system working at full volume, the windows open. 

The moment was gone.





Post-Modernism! 



Often, when driving, we miss those roadside "objet's d'art" ,we fail to see the vibrant colour and existential aesthetic pleasure of such things as post-boxes, red telephone kiosks ( there are still a few), and the like.

This pillar-box smelt of fresh cellulose paint and the light caught the saturated red beautifully.

USE YOUR EYES!!






Arm And A Leg, Mate!......






This phrase is the one used by mechanics at dodgy repair garages , who take delight in your inability to afford the essential work.

If you ever have the misfortune to be towed to a garage such as this, other signs to watch for are:


Mechanic rolls cigarette (Golden Virginia,1/2 oz pack,Red Rizla.), solemnly reads off list of horrificly expensive parts. Pause for five seconds, exhales smoke and says "then there's yer VAT".


All garages like this have some sort of broken or worn out Michelin man or other commercial icon, usually bolted to a sign or attatched to their rusting pick-up truck.


You have been warned.




Summer




This picture simply evokes for me that feeling about one of those lazy days on a bicycle, a bottle of something in the pannier, and nothing else to occupy one's mind or indeed the whole day. Time like this should be savoured.


I think we're generally too busy earning a living to live a life.  


A shame.
 





 'White Line Fever'....Continued








 

 HIGH



RESONANCE