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)
Certain Uncertainty
Today was the day I idly thought about plants having feelings. We might think of them as ‘feelings’, but that can only be a limp analogy. For them, their conscious state, their awareness, would be wholly, utterly, completely different. It would be of a type, … (Read More)
No Room Of Your Own
Today was the day I saw a different kind of have-not. Joe and Josephine say they often have a few drinks down there, down by the lake. They don’t have anywhere else to go. Not really. He can go back to his parents’ place and … (Read More)
New Old Friends
The first of the month. An insignificant date. There’s the vague, slight and retrospective attraction of the obvious – namely, starting something on a ‘first day’ – but nothing more. I’ve long thought that “This Was The Day” might be a worthwhile project. It’s a … (Read More)
Judging ‘The Judges’
(The processes behind the “The Judges” story.) How a story happened, part one: A while ago I had to head up towards Boston for a meeting. Unusually, the meeting was to be over Sunday lunch, so I’d had to find a hotel for a Saturday … (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)
In Prison
(What led to the ‘So It Goes’ story and photo.) A local prison was closing down and some public tours were being run before the bulldozers arrived. Lucky enough to have never been in prison – neither incarcerated, visiting an inmate nor as a member … (Read More)
