My little cat,
Staring into space,
Sitting on a sofa back
That’s your place.
One little cat
Captured my heart.
Making me happy,
Till death do us part….
Our little cat,
Purrs and likes to play
Jumping up and down
And sleeping half the day…
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Drawing challenge
Today is day 8 of the October 1″ drawing challenge. This is just a quick sketch of our hanging baskets outside the window. Because they are in the back yard they are a bit walmer than in the main garden so although it’s got chilly there has not been a frost to kill them off. If I remember I will take a few photos tomorrow. I also coloured the picture in with a sketching app.
The flowers are Begonias, Fushias, Lobelia and others I don’t remember.
Busy, doing nothing…
The future is endless, now I’ve finished work. (for the moment anyway). But I need some structure. I miss some of the banter and challenge and sorting things out. But things crop up when you are semi retired. I’ve been very busy today… Back later…
Sea and sand
Build your castles on the sand and they might be washed away. Water creeps or washes in. It sinks down under the sand. The beach quakes. The rocks fall….
What is sand? Silica, ground up rock and shells. Sand can be melted into glass, a solid once liquid. Fused in heat either through vulcanism, lightening (did you know when lightening strikes damp sand it can melt a branching path through it, like plant roots?). Humans also build kilns and create glass to be blown or fused or slumped.
The sea washes or crashes in to a beach. Longshore drift pushes sand and rock sideways and along a coast. In a severe storm sand can be stripped off a beach completely, and yet it can equally be washed back again.
The world warms, water rises, sand washes away, cliffs crumble, castles crumble.
Life changes and evolves.
Halloween creature
A raging creature stalks the land, emerging from foggy woods and green ponds. Hidden hollows and frightful cliffs. The Murkman has stubby wings as well as sharp claws.
Stabbing and slashing, the Murkman hides while waiting for the unwary traveller or hiker.
Only seen just before it kills, it creeps up behind its victim and uses its wings to hover at neck height. Because this fearful creature is only 6 inches long. It can be disabled or even killed with mosquito spray….. Stay Safe…..
Phoenix, firebird
Burning brightly,
Coloured feathers.
Flaming heat
Re-makes a chick.
Nest of smoke,
Bower of flame,
Blooms of cinders….
New moon flits.
Phoenix rising,
In up drafted air,
Mythical beast
Bird so fair.
Oil and water
A thin film
Rainbow bright
Smeared on tarmac,
Immiscable,
Like oil and water
They cannot be mixed.
A molecule thick
Sliver of light.
Oil floated on water
Dropped and dripped.
A subtle play of shimmers
A gleam of glimmers,
A ray of sunlight,
Surface spread out like a pancake.
Pollution is washed away
Down drains, into soil.
The colour of oil…..
Contact
I’m just watching the film ‘Contact’ starring Jodie Foster. It’s about an astronomer who is searching for alien life. Her search leads her to find an alien signal and the story continues by exploring the affect on humanity.
The story was originally written as a novel by the astronomer Carl Sagan. He was also involved in the NASA Voyager programme, and suggested the spacecraft turned its camera back towards Earth as it headed out of the solar system. He coined the phrase ‘Pale Blue Dot’, when the image showed a single pale blue pixel where Earth sat in the darkness and infinity of space.
I love Sci-fi, and am interested in the possibility of contact with another civilisation. Who knows what might actually happen.
Sad
There are so many sad things in the world today and sometimes they are overwhelming. We were singing quite a sad song at the music workshop today and one person could not join in. I think they were recently bereaved. Perhaps the song had special significance. I don’t know, but it made me think about love and loss, about how you can’t always know what’s going to happen next. It also made me feel sad about a relative whose situation has become difficult because they are spending a lot of time caring for someone else but are then neglecting themselves. Sometimes the burden that we put on ourselves can be debilitating.
Finally there are destitute people just in our neighbourhood, with no means of looking after themselves. The idea of austerity is wrong, no one should be put in a situation where they are homeless and hungry. This country has to ask itself why? Why don’t we care enough to turn things round? It’s easier to go out and buy things than give to charity, or pay a decent amount of tax to support those in need.
I’m not preaching, just thinking.
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Singing workshop
Quick sketch of people singing at a workshop today up at Penkhull village hall.
We sand lots of autumn songs, including old English songs and a poem set to music by the poet Lemn Sissay and musician Anni Tracey. We also sang a French song written in 1945 and translated into English called Autumn Leaves. It was by Joseph Kosma and Johnny Mercer with arrangement by Greg Stephens.
We got on really we and had a lovely time. The teachers Kate and Penny were very patient and helpful. I enjoyed it
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