Altered Perspectives

In photography, artwork, drawing or even lighting and set design, and altered perspective is a viewpoint from which a design/creation can be seen as completely different, with no instantly obvious reason why.  They can be created deliberately to trick the mind (especially useful in theatrical design to trick an audience into thinking the set is bigger and deeper than it actually is!), or they can be created or found accidentally, as in this photo above, which was haphazardly taken by philTizzani of Flickr.

Anyway, to what I was actually saying!  I’ve just, as you may know, moved to Wales – the land of my Father(s) – and now I see with a weird perspective the occurrences within my friends’ lives through the media of facebook and twitter, and it makes it hard to take some stuff seriously with some other stuff that’s going on.

This blog post was going to be about Bigbluespoon and some of the advances we are making with that, and the progress also of whypeopledon’tlikeyou webcomic and so on, but tonight I’m dominated by one thing.

An old, old friend of mine’s dad has just died.  Barely two days ago.  I don’t know what of, and it hardly matters now.  When I say an old old friend incidentally, I mean me basically met at playschool in my hometown in 1988, and I’ve known her and her family on and off for nearly 22 years.

So this blog is a message to no one in particular to let you know that this was no normal friend’s dad, this was one of the best.  One of the rare people who you remember clear as day after not seeing them for 10 years.  I’ve not seen any of this family in person in nearly 9 years, and I would still happily go to see them and offer anything I could at a moments notice.  The epitome of this was the father of the family, an awesome bloke who, within my experience, was always cheerfully pleased to see anyone, always jovial, and, as I said to his daugter a couple of days ago, one of the good guys.

I’m deliberately not mentioning any names in this, by the way.

From my strange perspective I can see a world I just left full of people quietly living their lives and shouting about it on Twitter, and a world I left many years ago mourning the loss of one of the most genuinely nice blokes anyone will ever meet.  He’s survived by two (I think, I know of two at least) children, and leaves one of the most appreciative and friendly families I ever knew behind him, standing as testomonial to his quality as a parent, sibling and husband.

If you’ve read this, then do me a favour and raise a glass to him yeah?  He bloody deserves it.

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