wheresrhys

Even churches evolve
Naturally selected
From primordial bricks

Cluttered disco world
Dance moves painted on the road
Please, where’s the exit?

A few months ago both my camera and camera phone were stolen/lost/victims of a fluctuation in the rules of physics, and since then I wrote phokus based on old photos of mine, eventually petering out to none at all.

But all that is about to change. I have finally picked up a cable for my new camera phone which means I am now able to actually make use of all the photos I’ve been taking.

So there’ll be lots more phoku-ing around from here on in.

PS – while searching for a flickr photo to illustrate this post I came across this hilarious story. Read it.

Blue tits once nested
Now planning permission saught
For more tidied flats

Meeting agenda:
Accounts. Planning for year ahead.
Colouring in. Nap.

Jesus arriving
In a flash of blinding light
On a ferris wheel

A decorator
Wipes his hands first, then relieves
His diarrhea

The end of the world
For the sailors on this ship
Is hard, clear and cold

‘Art for offices’
A highly damning critique
Of an artist’s work

“You’re drinking Gaymers?”
“Yes. Do you – ahem – drink it?”
“Meet me in the gents”