Ochone! One hundred days of solitude is the title of a Gabriel Garcia novel, an extremely good novel which I have started to read again as I contemplate the last hundred day countdown to my being sixty. How strange it will be to reach one of the milestones viewed from childhood as the age of the ancients. A photograph exhibition is about to begin in Brighton and I am hoping to take a lot of it it - indeed I have an invitation to a viewing, which I will certainly be taking up. And I am reminded of a Jacques Derrida's quotation on the photograph (certainly the photograph of people), 'Whatever precautions you take so the photograph will look like this or that, there comes a moment when the photograph surprises you. It is the other's gaze that wins out and decides...' (At least I think that is correct. I am running to Winchester this morning, so this is short, but I leave with a picture of my returning gaze, make of it what you will. Happy Saturday, I was thinking maybe I could take tomorrow off - alas, I just remembered not - oh well, here is my oxymoronic tip for the day, 'get a flu jab, it'll make you feel bad for the better'. I love the sound of the mandolin and I might get lessons to improve my fumbling around. But this is posted for one of my sisters and niece to remind them of Venice and milestones:
