Universal law

Walking the path of destiny is both scary and exciting

Tuning in to what’s around you is enlightening

Realizing how and why things happen takes discipline and perseverance

Things that cut to the bone, become a cocooning moment of clarity and understanding

Curled up, revealing itself only when the time is right

It’s Universal law,

Everything we experience

Everything we feel

Everything we thought was bad luck or bad timing, becomes crystal clear

It’s then, and only then, that the butterfly of knowing and wisdom reveals itself

Things that meant so much

Moments that angered, or seemed unfair, runs parallel with moments that gave great joy, hope, happiness

One plays off the other, and it can seem very chaotic and leave one feeling despair and bewilderment


This is the key to staying grounded, and aware

We are all aware, even though it may seem not so; This is designed to keep us listening to what the universal conscience is telling us

We all make bad choices, we make good choices too

It’s about stamina, and seeing it through

It’s about knowing

It’s about patience

It’s about confidence and knowing that however it plays out; It still exists for a reason

Maybe for future occurrences

Maybe to teach us something now

Maybe so the right choices can be forthcoming

But it’s there

It’s always there, and that in itself is a comfort and a reminder that we are never alone

It may seem that way

It’s waiting

For the day

It’s Universal law

Universal law must always be obeyed

Even when you think and feel that you broke it

There’s a reason to think that way

Never lose faith, never lose hope

The law is there to protect us, and!

Help us to cope.





The Street

Red brick houses side by side

Random boxes of light shows who’s at home

Smoky air, frosty late evening

Squeaky gates open and close, as people come and go

Craving the heat, the warm amber glow

Rain falls diagonally against neon street light

Like a volley of mini arrows, piercing the night

Sirens blare a shrilling worry

As neighbours enjoy, warm comforting curry

The cat on the wall, swishes her tail

Puts out a cry, for a strong willing male

A taxi crawls slowly, to find numbered house

Driver, hopes it’s a run into town

Unable to see figures on door

He beeps his horn, as he frowns

The bark of a dog, echoes along

Pavement, walls and alley

A shout from its owner to “Shut up

You’ll waken dear old Sally”

People sleep now as the moon shines above

A boy walks a girl home

Hoping for love

So the dawn breaks, and the sun comes to greet

Another day starts

On this Manchester street.







Calm gentle water lay still

Deep and vast, beneath a mountain

Dressed in gorse

Bright was the sun

Surface twinkles danced in harmony

Embraced in peace

Serenely atmospheric

If you listened closely

Laughter mixed with song

Entertained field mice, and all who dwelled

Among the heather and wild flowers

’twas the joy of ancient folk

I lay a while

Immersing myself completely


My eyes filled with tears

It all seemed so familiar.

Like a memory long forgotten

I could have lay there forever

But the sky, quickly darkened

A shadow extinguished the colour of flowers

As it creeped along the rolling hills

Coldness, gripped me

Firstly at the back of my neck

Slowly joining the shivers, throughout my stiffening body

Initial fear quickly gave way, to suffocating sadness

Overwhelming pain, stabbed my heart repeatedly

My eyes were shut tight

Or so it seemed

As the darkness swallowed me

Black, thick, shroud wrapped me tightly

I could not breathe

Death itself, an enticing escape

Then I saw her,

My heart swelled with light

She kissed me,

Breathing life anew

The darkness lifted

My saviour

Was you.







Hello? Hello? Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
Just a little pinprick
There’ll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
Songwriters: David Jon Gilmour / Roger Waters
Comfortably Numb lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Imagem Music Inc

Shirley Baker

Shirley Baker (1932 – 2014) was one of Britain’s most compelling yet underexposed social documentary photographers. Her street photography of the working-class inner-city areas, taken from 1960 until 1981, would come to define her humanist vision. Shirley’s curiosity and engagement with the everyday world around her resulted in many different strands of work, many of which are yet to be exhibited, each of which confirms her acute observation, visual humour as well as compassion for the lives of ordinary people as distinctive in its exploration of post-war British culture.


“It has always astonished me how quickly things can disappear without a trace.”

Shirley Baker was born in Salford, near Manchester. She took up photography at the age of eight when she and her twin sister were given Brownie cameras by an uncle. Shirley’s passion for photography stuck and she went on to study Pure Photography at Manchester College of Technology, being one of very few women in post-war Britain to receive formal photographic training. Upon graduating, she took up a position at Courtaulds the fabric manufacturers, as an in-house factory photographer. Working in industry did not meet her photographic ambitions in wanting to emulate a ‘slice of life’ style similar to that of Cartier-Bresson. She soon left to take up freelance work in the North West. Further study in medical photography over one year in a London hospital did little to settle her ambition to work as a press photographer. Hampered by union restrictions on female press photographers, she abandoned plans to work for the Manchester Guardian. Though she took up teaching positions in the 1960s, ultimately it was in pursuing her own projects where she came to feel most fulfilled.

Free from briefs from picture editors, Shirley gave herself time to observe and make her own pictures, resulting in collections of photographs that explore British society in transition following Word War II and leading up to the more materialistic 1990s.

“I never posed my pictures”


What do you feel?

When you look at me
Is it love?

Is it comfort?
Do you see a future?
You might imagine a safe, and steady, existence
They say beauty is skin deep
And you are very beautiful

Please look deeper, within yourself
Find that spirit, the light, that makes you shine
Shake off that which holds you back
Let instinct flood you to the core
Embrace yourself, first!

Then look for me again

Smile, sing, and dance, to a new tune
Fill your heart with adventure
Free yourself from fear, and duty
For they dampen and cage you
Look at me again darling

let  love

life, and laughter

Consume you now
Let’s Live.