Journal of David Atlee @ Frozen Designs

David Atlee designs and builds websites, takes photos, plays with digital design and writes stories about odd things.
 
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    Where to go!

    Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

    Well it’s been a little while since I have posted anything, there a couple of reasons. Google Analytics tells me no one has visited in the last month, but I think it lies as friends have told me they have and I have visted it too! So not sure whats going there!

    But it did lead me to thinking that whilst having a journal is all nice and well, the successful ones have a purpose beyond the own gratification of the blog owner.  So I need to give my blog direction and purpose. The two main creative outlets for me is my photography and writing, I am working on a bunch of short stories that I to get published, but also tie my photography up with it. Well my journal is ideal place to start it off, whilst it may not be my main stories, it will be my photography with some creative text. I will still add the odd link to things and stuff as well. So lets see how that goes!!!

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    Marrowbrook and the Sandman

    Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

    As Easter fades in the distance, my Easter egg that had melted leaving a perfect foil egg to trick me is eaten, it is about time I posted something on my journal. I have had a good weekend of heading back to the place of my birth, seeing family (Dad is doing well, I have left with the first two CD sets of Battlestar Galactica to watch whilst he recovers) and also friends. Ended up at one of those parties where everyone is there. Except for an odd few people I saw most of my friends (known as ‘Marrowbrook’) over the last 14 years in that one house on that one night. I also ended up staying in my old room at the house of Marrowbrook, the home of my early adult years and many good times. The room is still the purple and black that I painted it when I moved in.  It brought back many memories as I laid there looking up at the underneath of my old black shelves.  I wrote a little poem that started as a text, its simple but for me poignant.

    Laying in Bed in my old Room

    Laying in Bed in my old Room

    Old Room

    Stayed in my old room last night.
    Lots of memories.
    Many smiles.
    Some tears.
    It was good to see you.

    Onto another memory,

    Many, many years ago when I was a Technical College at the tender age of 18. It was a dark evening between the departure of Autumn and the arrival of Winter. I remember being sat in the Library watching short films from Channel 4′s ’4mation’ collection. It was already a atmospheric and spooky night, the Library was quiet and generally empty. I grabbed one of the VHS videos off the shelf and sat back down at the CRT television with a the built in video player and massive black headphones. I had found a animation short called ‘The Sandman‘. I was engrossed in instantly, loving the style and story. It stuck with for many years, but had trouble sourcing a copy. But as seasons passed and returned the Internet grew and youtube was born. And once again I could watch the short animation that had spooked me out so much all those years ago. It was directed by Paul Berry who went onto bigger things with the likes of Tim Burton with ‘The Nightmare before Christmas‘ and ‘James and the Giant Peach‘. The sandman inspired by ‘Hoffmanns’ novella ‘The Sandman’ and is is very expressionist drawing on many infulences from German film to Hitchcock.

    So if it is bright outside, wait till its dark. If it is noisy and busy around you, wait until your alone…

    …is it dark?

    …are you alone?

    Enjoy…

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    Alaskan Dreams

    Thursday, March 19th, 2009

    This is a bit of thoughtful journal entry. I’m watching ‘The Natural World’ on BBC iplayer (what a wonderful thing it is), its about the life around the Alaskan shores, how the plankton bloom provides so much life in such a hostile environment for not only around the oceans, but it provides half our oxygen. It features seal lions, orcas, humpbacked whales and many more sea creatures and plants. I went to Alaska many years ago on a snowboarding holiday, I had an awesome time, excellent people, awesome snow and amazing wildlife. I went on a whale spotting boat trip and by amazing luck saw a pod of orcas. It was a truly fantastic experience and in the last year decided to makes plans to go back there for a real adventure.

    I got made redundant 4 months ago and lost a lot of motivation about living where I do, so decided it was time to get off the rat race for a bit. I planned to rent out my flat, move back with the folks, find work and save up. Then 2010 take 3 months out to travel Alaska. See the islands and seas off the southern coast, travel up north to Barrow and the artic circle to see Polar bears and then get some snowboard time in back in Girdwood, where I was before.

    Not a bad plan all in all, but has fallen short with the current economic climate, the finding work thing has not gone so well. Luckily life in Southampton has improved personally and I found work back at the Coastguard from where I once left. It has opened opportunities to experience the world of journalism, which from my writing perspective is awesome.  The downside is that if I follow this path then the whole Alaskan trip would need to be reworked as I would have to stay in my flat and it would take longer to save up and I expect only to be able to take a month off work with out risk of unemloyment on my return.  Still a month is month and a job is a job.

    I hope that freelance web work will help with the Alaskan fund, I get one of two potential perm jobs at the coastguard and my writing amounts to something. In the meantime I have stories to write, photos to take, friends to be with, a girl to cuddle and journal to write.  It’s all good and dreams can come true with the right perspective.

    So as I blow my nose which is either the result of a spring cold coming on or the scene of the mother sea lion trying to awaken its dead baby on the rocks after it had been killed by a passing storm. Who knows, but I am off now to be creative, either photos or a story, which ever grabs me first.

    Have a marvellous evening all :)

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