heres my song for the eclipse
not that we’ll see much of it over here… antidote to any bland moral admonishments
a song so louche, baggy, chock full of desperation, a churning beat beneath the fullest throttle of gospel chorus
just reminds me of what? that there ain’t no easy answers, that life is an electric cable straight, live wire, through our hearts
not much hope of controlling it, somedays enough just to hang on
take huge gulps, uplifted arms and hearts, oh yeah, whatever else world may bring, ‘may the good lord shine a light on you’
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crumble

Let the season of crumble carnage and mayhem commence!!! Blackberries and scrumped plums…
this one bound for the community garden, but ya gotta sample it to make sure it’s ok first… yeah! X
catherine: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm look so good!
Super scrumptious… would save ya some but all guzzled! Xx
Protected: galore
sun, raindrop, leaf

sun, raindrop, leaf
looking down from the bridge, pondering the placid calm of the River Mole: sludge of green, drear of brown… a congealed euphoria between
most of the sunlight scatters, dancing off the surface… some tho plunges deep, rebounding with a sonorous glow
there to be set on high, mongst mauve opalescence of cloud and this, the dark squid ink of leaves
thinking of donnes ‘sun rising’ the playful lovers ego-centricism, literally, no truck with coopernicus, ha, placing our entwined joy here at the heart… delish, gotta love the summertime!
wanted to get ‘nacreous’ in, pseud, just becoz one of nabokovs fave words… tho apparently mauve was too! here prefer opalescent
ooh … and a beautiful mellifluous reading
pride

Pride Rainbow here… un-award winning snap, and i’m too lurgied up for town, just cricket on the radio, but have a good un x
….and cropped for the dove of peace…. well squawk gull of cheerfulness anyway

elderflower champagne

Before and Behind

Bimble

eternity

‘on the cusp of eternity’… wind scattered zimmer, the sword of damocles… an in situ piece newhaven swimming baths
its jaunty angle suggests there might be some banter to be had with mortality itself? that which looms above and beyond all of our lives
just as well we’re all horribly middle class, else there might be a suspicion some oiks had heisted it from the day care centre and frivolously hoist hoiked it up there? as if