My dear old friend, John Porter, has begun to collect his thoughts digitally at wine for the dreamers:

Bath Time.

Being in constant contact with objects can remove a certain amount of the surreal nature inherent in all. Thankfully a step back reveals it once more, and nowhere is this fluttered with such whimsy than in the beautiful eccentricities of the English countryside. Behold! The random placings of bathtubs as vessels from the ether.