Long time readers may remember a post from last May called ‘Who are you?’ As well as musing on life and death, as ever, in this post I set myself the task of defining myself in as few words as possible so I could use them on the new business cards I was ordering.
Well the cards have just about run out now and in getting ready to order some new ones I’ve been having a look at those words. And they felt limiting.
“Story teller, Historian, Writer, Film maker.”
I do those things (though I’m no longer available to make films for other people). But I also do other things that I write about on this blog and that are described elsewhere on the website. So in retrospect I think the exercise I set myself was too limiting, an attempt to appear to be relatively straightforward. When as I well know very few of us today can describe ourselves with the short job titles from back in the long gone days of full employment, like ‘Engineer’ or ‘Clerk’. Most of us do a bit of this and, indeed, a bit of that. And I for one find that interesting.
So at the moment my continually shifting work includes finishing off a film for a community organisation, working with an NHS team on what they do and starting a book project on the history of somewhere. As well as writing about whatever I feel like writing about on here.
And the binding thread if there is one? Well it’s my sense of place, my wider Liverpool. The places where I walk, explore, run and work. If it’s happening in and around Liverpool and it interests me, then I might write about it or I might do some work on it.
So here is my wider Liverpool, the photographs I’ve taken over the past year or so that will soon be arriving on my new cards.
My place. It defines me.