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reply to comments: ha! thanks guys, sea was blooming freezing, as you might expect… but not as frigid as march
saltdean was a good choice, at low tide gently sloping, even tho waves fairly rough
i followed my usual maxim… plough straight in, thrash about like a loon, then when you lose all sensation in hands and feet and other extremities, time to get out
all grand, but for a slight case of ice cream wobble head…. sets ya up marvelously for a day of festivities! xx
dank. deep within winter woods, dun in raiment, a symphony in brown… nuanced, subtle… mildewed!
all is Russet, else spigot of lichen lurid green
mud, rot, cankour
yet stop, listen in the stillness, warble of the stream mingles with december bird song…
muffled, cosset the warmth in our hearts, there! somewhere behind, yet borne up… this ancient winter silence
yeah… quizzical oaks throwing shapes (quercus!) else ruddy soft spongebob red woods
turfed son out at gatwick early in the morning, so crumble and i had a pleasant amble down to the lake next to nymans
ha, always love a merry fugue, christmas bonhomie yule y’all x
tundra! black hound on white ground… crumble, camels and i away off up t’cliffs
strategies for winter? clashing colours n’chunky knitwear.
hamster cheeks. genghis khans eyes. same expression in every snap. whiskey
sipping coffee with the taste of fresh chopped chilli on my lips
creep squint, crab wise, through the shadowy half light, not convinced by this morning lark?
the rich pong of frying leeks and garlic… it is often thus, organic veg, of various description, malingers in the bottom of the fridge… then at peculiar times of day or night… usher forth center stage, leek it is your time to shine! uncoil Ring tight nestled within Ring
Krishna Das blaring out, the euphoric dirge of a harmonium… perfect for winter… this urge to kindness, softness, whether acknowledged or not, cosseted within sweet nectar darkness
yes, like me, rummage through the ragbag internet for gong baths, and sundry yoga nidra!… rotation of consciousness, now the time for gentle spiral down
… and a pic (not mine) of jaisalmer jain fort, a profoundly peaceful and beautiful place
much yoga nidra here
ebb – season to rue the loss, dwindle, world collapses to stasis
… but reet pretty if you can be bothered to go outside, dawns galore… it’s like theres one every day!
midst the gloaming, to stomp up the cliffs, jump in the puddles… water so still it shatters
RP: Norman Hunter’s looking well.
‘it don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that zing’ guzzling juice and colour galore, in hopes of banishing cruel dismal winter!
two fingers up to you forlorn darkness. fructose buzzzzz … finally got a new phone, so back to taking a zillion selfies, gotta love the modern world xx
triton rising above neptune… one of the many profound and beautiful images from voyager
currently over 13 billion miles from earth… vast and astonishing out there!
watched an iplayer doc on it last night, geek love, 40 years since launch! obviously i was a space mad nut as a teenager
curious the sense of time and distances
carl sagan, the schmaltzy genius of cosmos… brian cox is just a wannabe… had an influence on my world view, ha, as did the cheerfully dubious ‘chariot of the gods’
https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b09gvnty/storyville-the-farthest-voyagers-interstellar-journey
how far is far…
https://voyager.jpl.nasa.gov/mission/status/
.. and how near is now… well soon actually, always misremember lyrics…
oh and galileo knew that copernicus was right, when, squinting through his telescope, he observed moons orbiting jupiter… ‘mamma mia, it’s not always about us’… tho admittedly a rather a curious concept to try and get over on facebook
ha! yeah the martian was woeful, how is it possible to make such a dull plod of a fascinating notion? yep a martian colony should be achievable
i’m excited by the possibility of alien life on the moons of the outer planets… if thats the case life would be ubiquitous throughout the universe
water, hydrocarbons, energy (presumably geothermal), time… voila! … or the wonderfully named panspermia, life forms on comets, the idea, apparently has been around long before fusty old fred hoyle even x
scuba scuba doo… candlelit bath, flowery hat, essential oil pong… followed by submerging in several episodes of blue planet
glug-o-phone off, winter is for the watery wallow
wendy: Gorgeous image as alway mr b
rackham i reckon xx
Splash Attack! wild wooly wondrous waves out there today… lunchtime sunshine pedal
i got completely soaked, obvs, not too hard to guess which one done for me, still, even now, the delicious tang of sea salt on my lips
some creaky jazz funk noodlings to go with the elemental crescendo? yes please……
water! most convivial of elements… restless in flux, relationship and flow
meandersome, forever the parley, whether playful or brawl
heres me… theoretically preparing for a work skype meeting.. yet mostly pointless pondering the correct and complex elements of photo-ma-static compost composition!
wan winter sun just out of shot, framing device of earth, foreground of bone hard winter concrete, farground of aloof hermit-like lighthouse
just enough of a smidgin slither of sky and air… allowing water to roam!
tho, phew, luckily i can’t grok dates and meeting nary be now, yay