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 … (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 … (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, … (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 … (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 … (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 … (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 … (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, … (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 … (Read More)
A Dartmoor Story
(Why the ‘Dartmoor Voice’ story was written.) I was alone and walking on Dartmoor. It was a fairly bleak day and I hadn’t seen anyone for quite a while. I stumbled while up on top … (Read More)
