I've spent way too long trying to write something clever about this image. Something about “chocolate box” views and changing aesthetics and tastes.
I've spent way too long trying to write something clever about this image. Something about “chocolate box” views and changing aesthetics and tastes.
It would be so easy, I thought, so easy to simply get lost in a place like this. To let myself be taken back to a time where everything about life seemed simple and so very appealing.
I spoke to someone today who accidentally said that he thought something that he had created was cool. And then he realised that, perhaps, it wasn't cool to actually admit such a thought out loud.
If you let it, life should really be one big adventure. Full of excitement and spontaneity and fun.
But mostly we don't let it, do we?
A tow path walk, locks a plenty under heavy, leaden Wiltshire skies. Threatening rain, of course, but never quite delivering. Shared pleasantries with ramblers, elderly with dogs, and wise cracks with lock volunteers, younger, with validating logos and stories of herons.
Life has been tough lately, for all of us.
Just watch the news (don't really, please, value your mental health instead) or even read some of my previous blog posts.
I am invisible these days.
It was inevitable, really, I’ve felt it happening for such a very long time.
It was a challenge to hear much above the general hubbub, the incessant din, that suddenly appeared when the group stepped out of their training room and onto the sun-baked terrace.
The clouds partly covered the late summer sunset a few weeks back on my last visit, but I could still see the rain on the horizon.
Sometimes you get to visit a place for the first time and you find that, well, it’s not quite what you were hoping to find. A victim of travel guide hype, so to speak.
Perhaps the colour, a kind of electric, coral blue if there is such a thing, didn’t help as it undoubtedly made her stand out as she waited patiently on the platform.
Such a powerful statement. And such a sad reflection of our modern society that we not only have to remind people of this but also defend and justify the need to say it.
We paused frequently for photographs but I fear that none will do justice to the fields of swaying wild flowers backed by moody hills and heavy clouds that we experienced.
How can a place that looks and feels so peaceful have such a wretched past?
Being yourself, being true and authentic, in a fake and greedy world.
Well, that’s a challenge for most of us, right? What feels honest and true to me will no doubt feel like little more than a cry for help to others.
And it almost passed me by, what with filling my head with things that ultimately mean little and placing obstacles, finding obstacles, and allowing them to stop me.
It's as if we have been hidden away for such a long time and, now that the door had been unlocked and left open, people are too scared to step outside again.
And that’s about as close as I can get to accurately describing how I feel most of the time these days. They seem to fluctuate, my emotions that is, in this energy sapping world of social denial and peer judgment that we have all been inhabiting for far too long.