Walk

You took my hand, held it tightly. Dragged me up the hill to the viewpoint.

We stared across the tree tops, across the views of hills and valleys. There were old houses and modern warehouses where there used to be fields. It’s gone, you said, our youth and the beauty that was once here.

Remember when we had strength? When hills were virtually flat? When colours were bright and gaudy.

The trees were shorter then, we could see further. We used to hold hands and more. Now, we are lost, can our hearts stay forever together? The hill is steep nowadays. But we walk hand in hand.

Massive thunderstorm and huge(ish) hailstones!

Wow! I’ve ever seen hailstones this big. I know there are bigger ones but these re the biggest I’ve ever seen…

It’s already melted, but it was so heavy my plants were bashed. Now? Bright sunshine. Mad weather, global warming? Could be, the thunderstorms these days are bad ass!

Confused photos

Darn! I decided to clean up my photos, and suddenly they are all mixed up! Photos from 2018 ahead of 2021!

I’ve got photos I need, I will have to edit them to push some of them forward I hope?

They are still there though.. But how irritating!

Out of order,

Out of time

Memories?

I forget where.

Three tears

For three years

Confused art

Where to start!

A little doodle

Irritating

Gallery

Learning new song

Learning a new song, 40 working horses about them and baker boys. It’s about when bakers delivered the bread by horse and cart. We were learning the song and I tried to draw a horse with the harness (although I don’t know exactly how it works), 40 X stands for the number in the song.

I do love drawing horses, when I was about ten I remember drawing a dappled grey horse and selling it to a friend for sixpence! (Old British money) X

Eye don’t know

What is that? I can see something. It’s dark but shining. Glowing from within. Like a coal surrounded by a gas flame. But it’s floating in the air and it’s big. Huge, still, hot, but not very, a sort of terrifying? No one else seems bothered.

Cars are driving around. People walking. I can see it but they can’t. I don’t understand. I don’t know what to think. Is it in my mind, my imagination? Am I hallucinating? I will try and get closer and see…….

A virus isn’t a person….

Viruses don’t care about people because they are barely alive, it’s possibly not even alive. It’s just a shell surrounding a strand of RNA. When it attaches to receptors on a cell this gets into the cell and makes copies of itself so that new viruses are made.

Viruses don’t think, they are tiny. Saying that they attack people is like saying a thumb tack attacks your feet when you stand on it. The pain happens but it wasn’t caused by the thumb tack but by you for not looking at what you are doing.

Attacking, war, invading, fighting, phrases that anthropomorphise the virus. Making it sound like a human invader. But it’s just in the environment. It gets passed on through contact between humans. On your hands, if you cough or sneeze, on surfaces. Wearing masks and sanitising your hands are there to prevent it being passed on. Getting a vaccine will help you and help others. But the virus is not jumping on people and attacking them. We, us, humans are the way it travels….