Yesterday I went down to the small wood alongside Clara Bog, a sort of palate cleanser after supermarket shopping to stretch the legs and try to air out the headache out of its squat in my brain. I wasn’t really expecting to be very engaged in those circumstances, but as it turns out there were…
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Where time is marching on ..
… and we’re all stuck at home losing the thread of it all. I strongly suspect I would actually be pleased enough with the phenomena (of the change in the experience of time) if I didn’t feel like I was losing stuff to work or making work fit in a box that’s managed somehow to…
Who says nothing grows in winter?
Well probably nobody, really, but post titles need to be written and moved on from quickly or they become an Impossible Thing in their own way. It’s a few days into 2019 and I feel I need to start posting photos and learning about what’s in them, since that *was* a stated aim of trying…
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