Reticulate
Reticulate is the blog & creative playground of David Henzell. It is also both of these, the other way around. Thermostatic reactions to the world around me.
Reticulate is the blog & creative playground of David Henzell. It is also both of these, the other way around. Thermostatic reactions to the world around me.
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With uncertainty around the corner, comes vulnerability in the present. Preparation for change takes an open heart if I am to truly flourish in The Kingdom of the Stork.
Unearthing the Soul's Symphony: A Whimsical Odyssey through the Hidden Realms of Norns & Organelle.
Monkey see, monkey do. Apparently. Today I ponder unnecessarily about mass media consumption, war reporting and trams. In no particular order.
For me, visiting historical holocaust sites is an essential, personal act that ensures the memory of the holocaust endures and serves as a powerful reminder of the consequences of hatred and intolerance: On Desecration.
Step into a kaleidoscope of unseen hues, where reality dances with vibrant secrets. A hidden world, of surreal painted landscapes, captivated hearts and inspired wanderlust - Warsaw Aerochrome.
Emerging from the depths of addiction, my creativity has risen like a Phoenix. Rebuilding a life from ashes, re-establishing purpose and building a community online. We do Recover.
Stung by the Baltic winds, few places articulate their place in history as much as the shipyards of Gdansk. Immaculate dilapidation, faded splendour and a rugged, irresistible charm. Captured on a phone clasped between frozen fingers.
Returning to Warsaw after some 18 years, I was filled with an anticipation forged from faded memories. Its people, its places and its ways of being. I love Warsaw... Kocham Warszawę.
Paris holds a special place in my heart. Yet criss-crossing this majestic city on the metro is to deny yourself one undeniable thing. The passion of Paris Overground.
To visit the Nazi execution sites of Eastern Europe today is to face one’s deepest senses of fear and intrigue. Walking the lonely, isolated forest paths is the one thing I can do to attempt to understand. For hundreds of thousands of lost souls, their memory lies In Fields. This is for them.
Reflections on physical and mental breakdown, seen in the rear view mirror.