Found a bunch of negatives in my drawer from some time ago.
Definitely pre-Covid, judging from the lack of masks.
Happy days.
Stuff to look at.
When there’s hope.
When the temperature is not too high…
Month: August 2020
Quiet Thoughts II
Nothing to say.
Sometimes we forget and speak.
Like the door is not shut.
Imperfections.
Looking back.
The ground is hard.
Quiet Thoughts I
What a year.
We’re waiting for it to be over but it’s still happening.
Quietly.
We seek consolation.
We wait.
Quietly, quietly.
A broken path is still a path.
There’s a waiting boat.
When will we be children again.
Or do we bend to wisdom of our age.
Repetition Again
Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
I need that clever sounding quote on boredom and imagination somewhere on my bookshelves.
Oh well.
This.
This again.
This.
This also.
Someday…
Repetition
It’s getting repetitive.
Taking the same route around the village. Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
Is this worth looking at?
Somewhere on my bookshelves is a clever-sounding quote on boredom and imagination.
This wasn’t here yesterday.
These weren’t here yesterday.
Things on Their Own
Another day of not going anywhere, thanks to Covid-19.
Walked around and looked at nothing.
But there’s no such thing as nothing.
Everything speaks.
Our aspirations and joy.
Rules in many languages.
Things tell our lives.
Things arranged into sense.
Things in order.
The observer becomes a shadow.
Another Day
Another day of not going anywhere.
Feeling like this.
Covid-19, Covid-19, please go away.
Feeling like this.
Still, we walk.
There’s still beauty.
A self to cultivate.
As we go from here to there.
Village Walkabout
A short morning ramble in the village.
It’s part boredom, part inspiration.
Boredom is a storage box waiting to be opened.
Everyday mundane things become objects of thought.
This is of value.
This is of value.
Fishing for thought.
Waiting.
Waiting.
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