Forty

A self portrait I did aged forty but filtered to obscure it. It’s twenty years old and I can’t remember why I did it. I think I was experimenting with photoshop at the time. It’s me wearing a reuse, recycle, repair tee shirt (which I still have somewhere). My hair was in a short bob and I painted the book covers on the bookcase with the titles of all my favourite books. Maybe I will use a different filter and see how that affects the painting. I seem to do a self portrait every ten years, so a while to go till the next one. X

Last day of June

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Time is flying. Today is the last day of June. For the last nine days the day length has been reducing slightly in the Northern hemisphere. The summer lags behind the day length as the atmosphere and ocean temperatures heat up but take a couple of months to get fully hot from the sun because they are so large (In the same way it takes longer to heat a whole house than one room in it).

Halfway through the year. Summer then Autumn then the start of Winter in December. The world turns. It seems to turn faster every year, blink and a year has gone. I don’t like how I’m getting older, more worn out, achy. Each year seems to flash by. Where do they go?