flattened

Another week, another walk with our son, Ben. This time we met a lovely lady called Kyrie and her gorgeous Flat-Coated Retriever, Lucy. It's not often our own 'flattie' gets to meet his own kind so he made the most of it!

 

hooray for lost and found

 hooray for Santa Claus

and 

all the discarded 

memories

in the hand-cart to

hereafter

hooray for the easter bunny

and 

the little red book 

doing the deal

in

fire and fury

futility

hooray for Superman 

and
Friedrich Nietzsche

and

JFK's

Dealey Plaza

exit wound

drawing the line

beneath

Marilyn's swirling skirt

hooray to all our dreams

and

dancing round open fire

rave-time

dance-hall

dementia

dubbed up

dread

hooray to freak out

vanishing point

and that one last final hit

as

we

reach

the

wall

 

 

 

 

lost and found - the sack of potatoes

Hidden away in the darkest recesses of the garage. Forgotten, neglected. And yet something stirs within.

The first etiolated stem reaches out, hungry for light. And another, and another. They grow in silence, draining the wrinkled skin once firm and smooth. The aging mother is all but spent now. Her form disappears beneath the writhing mass as the stems climb ever higher.

a walk in the park

au revoir

It's a cold and over-cast end to the week. Fortunately the rain-clouds lift sufficiently for us to get together with Revd. Catherine and partake of some rather yummy cake, all at a suitable social distance of course!

In true Christian spirit Catherine shares some with two passing walkers. A true communion of crumbs.

It's sad to say farewells but we all wish Catherine and her family every happiness in the next stage in their journey through life.

canal walk