There I was sitting in the Coopers Cask tonight with my mate Simon, when suddenly my photographer's goggles slipped over my eyes and I realised that the window we were sitting next to actually looked rather lovely with its condensation and it's forlorn little Christmas baubles backlit by the streetlights on Farm Road. So I whipped out the Ricoh and snapped it without a second thought.
One of the most annoying things about the creative process - and Lord knows there are many of them - is the certain knowledge that one is constantly surrounded by potential sources of inspiration, but that one only sees them when the muse deigns to give you a glance. Pah! to the muse I say! Why can't I see them all the time?
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