Take the realities of climate change and a growing-out-of-control global population and stir well. Throw into the pot the more major problems that those two over-arching factors in turn create – not enough food, not enough water, using up never-to-be-replaced resources, plant and animal extinctions. … (Read More)
Deliberate Fragments
Because life isn’t a neat and tidy experience. Where an entry has an entry similar to this - ≅ 878 - in the title, that shows its approximate length (words).
Trust And Verify
They tested the triggers for nuclear bombs here. ‘We all have to be able to defend ourselves.’ Those few words or similar and that’s it – the common belief. It’s applied to countries. Think about it and you realise we apply it to ourselves too. … (Read More)
Some Splendid Isolation
Alone. Noticing. Solitary, for a while. Aware that the day is the way it is. Aware that it ends. Aware that it might not be that way. Appreciating. Everywhere –“she said …” and “he said …”All the words that others makebut make for others Buy … (Read More)
(14 Pauses) The Suitably Seasonal (≅ 878)
It’s almost always good to pause. I paused to look around me in December. ********** What would be suitable photos to accompany an English Christmas-New Year? Appropriate photos? And, indeed, what would be appropriate text to go with them? ********** Whether you want to actively … (Read More)
The Judges (≅ 1,860)
It was just another hotel for Anthony, on the side of an ‘A’ road and not far from Boston. Not bargain-basement but not expensive; its willingness to take a single person booking for a single night on a Saturday had been its main attraction. It … (Read More)
Colour Eyes ( ≅ 456)
Walking unhurriedly in an English summer garden. Tasty tea and classic crumbly cake consumed. A warm and bright day. Walking with a camera in my hand, even if only out of habit. Walking as a happy enough visitor – even if I’m aware I’m unable … (Read More)
Perhaps A Beggar (≅ 436)
Perhaps I’m a delusional fool.Perhaps she isn’t actually poor.Perhaps she’d merely chosen to earn some spare change by singing Middle Eastern songs in the streets of England.Perhaps she needs to practice her singing and thought she might as well try to earn a few quid … (Read More)
So It Goes
In prison. Doing a stretch. Locked-up. Banged-up. In chokey. And so on. Call it what you like. What you call it changes nothing. “Make me an offer I can’t refuse”, I said. And he did, and so I didn’t. And so I’ve ended up here. … (Read More)
Jack Frost
With the cold comes Jack Frost, but relying on superstition and blaming Jack for winter is asking for too much cancelled disbelief; it grows ever harder to even suspend it. Without lost-in-misty-time fancies, without those easy comforts, Mr Frost is often judged a cold killer … (Read More)
Dartmoor Voice (≅ 985)
Kim was pleased: a foul day up on higher Dartmoor and it was as deserted as hoped-for. Some real peace and quiet, at last, far away from anyone prying. A stumble near the edge while up high on a tor without a known name, a … (Read More)
