Liberty, next to religion has been the motive of good deeds and the common pretext of crime...

Late afternoon in Salamanca, and here is a lamp no longer powered by whale blubber oil. It sits atop the entrance to the Salamanca Arts Centre, which doubtless is filled to the brim with testaments to man's inhumanity to man/woman/animals/trees/the planet/common sense and decency. Art these days can be a real drag.

Ahhh, but enough about that, today is Theme Thursday, and this week the theme is SHADOW. Of course, late afternoon is a good time to creatively utilise SHADOW in photographic endeavours, that seems too feeble a response. However, the neo-Marxist activities I alluded to yesterday coupled with my self imposed harsh deadlines have forced my hand to rush this week.

So here is a bit of short prose I have written right now for your amusement.

She liked to think of the world as black and white. The people that she knew were either good or bad. People could be good, but go bad, but he had not heard of someone go from bad to good. The men in her life were gay and straight. The gay ones were worthy, and the straight ones less so. Of potential mates, the interesting ones were arseholes and the boring ones decent. Her days were either splendid or terrible. She ran hot and cold and her passions frequently led her into trouble. Her Friday nights went right off or were write offs. The same was true of her Saturday nights. She was bored and she needed excitement.

Subtlety eluded here. She did not understand that life really existed in the shadows.

One really had to feel sorry for the poor cow.

There you go, straight off the presses, took me four minutes. Beat that Kerouac!

There is something very liberating about posting a first and final draft. It's like an exam.