Truly magnificent

Those dead men's paintings, oh how magnificent they are... aquired by... on load from... And here, in front of me this landscape painted over a hundred years ago, I wonder if I should take an image of this and try to find where he stood when he painted it.  Would the land be the same.  Would I be able to find this spot or has it been overtaken by an industrial estate?  Surely not, for these were dead men of means, and their estates will still be estates, enjoyed by their grandchildren's grandchildren.  Not that I am bitter.

Nine years ago, the photo popped up on my phone, a birthday cake, candles, two little ones who no longer talk to each other and barely, if ever, talk to me.  And while I wondered about the hopes that faded into forgetfulness, I watched a film, a feel good little film in which things all go right, and just about everyone has good intentions and I will finish this note before the film has finished.  But then, as now, the youngsters in the photo are not talking to each other or me.

Magic in the tussle
A naked male figure, or...

August 24
Come on summer, warm lazy days punctuated with thunderstorms, counting the time from the...