The bath-tap, tearful.
The melted tape. I had a tape with a pause where cut and resealed in the reel. The pause was done away with whereupon I cooked and photo'd the tape.
The James P D Tucker sheet where pictures grew. I discovered it; the pictures seem to depict the lyric to one of my old songs; but James designed it and laid it down so it remains his genius. For an example of that genius he says <BEE> might soon ensue from @ in the international language alphabet.
The kitchen clock at Cumpstones.
Same tape as before, different background (white paper, folded.)
The beck in the back going round a bend.
The same beck not going round a bend.
Two types of beer at the local whisky bar up the road.
An attempt to capture the Isle of Man at sunset for my mate Mark Velarde.
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