The fisherman

My name is Shah. I am a Sindhi. My people have lived on these shores for centuries, thousands of years maybe. Caravans have come from Baluchistan to the Sindh, to Punjab, to Rajasthan, to Gujarat and back since the beginning of Time. Me? I’m just a fisherman. My father taught me my trade when I…

Pot-pourri number…

Another journey in space and time. Who cares about numbers? Scotty is still working on the dinosaurs safari project. So he says. I wouldn’t hold my breath. Meantime… the above was taken Rue de Seine, Paris, c. 2016. Sketch by Gil Button. “Dieu et mon droit”. London, 2015. Better hurry up to post London shots,…

Snowball

I was born at 3:44 AM on Mohammad Ali Jinnah Street, at the Seventh Day Adventist Hospital in Karachi, Province of Sindh. Why the Seventh Day Adventist? Not a clue. Most likely our dear Doctor friend Max Meyer had selected the place as being the best for my arrival. Mohammad Ali Jinnah was the founder…

Pot-pourri six-and-twenty

Somerset Maugham used to write his numbers “backwards”, German-style: six-and-twenty, sex und zwanzig. I don’t know if that was the rule in “oulde” english. Maugham had his heyday around the thirties. I’ve never read english numbers written so by anyone else. Regardless, here is Pot-pourri six-and-twenty. Fasten your seat belts. The above: “Global warNing”. Paris,…