The sun was setting as I looked over the fluted columns of the old building. The roof beyond was burnt out and partially collapsed into the internal rib like roof beams. Tiles had spilt like brown and orange blood onto the concrete ground below. Baby buddlea bushes had started to grow high up in the cracks. Where industry had stood a hundred or less years ago, now desolation was growing and chaos had taken hold.
Walking past the blackened building I wondered what had caused the damage? Was it from a fire burning when a worker had left a machine to overheat. Or a fire caused by an electric fault? Perhaps some poor homeless person or a rowdy drunk had thrown aside a cigarette butt that had caused a conflagration. Had the fire brigade arrived late at night and fought flames until the dawn was casting a red glow across the smoking remains?
I will never know. But seeing the post industrial desolation, I wonder what this land, this brown, blighted place, will be used for in future. And will the ghosts of its workers approve ?
 I need to paint. I’ve had a break, partly self enforced because I was busy and tired and lost my way in doing other things like blogging, plus it’s been winter and it’s too cold and dark. I was doing lots of things as hobbies too. But I’m nervous of spending too much of dwindling resources. I’m scared of putting a toe back into the world of work. I want to be helping people as well as painting.
imagine a world with two sun’s. Both about the same size as ours. You are on a planet orbiting both of them, luckily half way between the two so it never gets too close to either of them and far enough out so that it doesn’t get too overheated by twice our suns power.