A good morning sours a walk before lunch. Just 75 yards up the street and back it was a long walk. Sit ponder my small world. Landscapes of my life, the Cubbies on my screen. I start to take an anthropological view. I’ll post today the now breaking … Yesterday’s images broken by another battle with Diabetes sugars soaring, crashing for a week. An unknown variable very annoying. So a before lunch reading of 55 spoils my Cinnamon apple meatballs with rice. Cooking fast while I sit drinking fruit juice stuffing my mouth with Cheeto’s. After lunch horizontal with oxygen for a couple hours. The good part of the day 3.5 hours BS again high before dinner.
Eight Balls, Apples, Tomatoes cover most of the flat space
Light from a thin overcast casts red reflections outside the world of Eight Balls, Pumpkins and broccoli fill the negative space.
An issue of The Sun filed with other To Do’s
Past life’s linger on a sofa, chairs. A Christmas stocking full of spices from Nancy.
Arnold Prince, Ken Morgan, Rees Gordon, Carl Blodgett, Warm the crowded space of a life in photographic art.
And now back to the action. Shooting my space at the screen the Fan Cam Fades. Warm thoughts, memories there for me when I glance up. A little Kirsten, Inara, Jayden and Lilith. Kirsten’s ribbon from The McSweeney Teddy Bear Festival, Pokemon cards, Notes from Maarit. Little things are very big in a small world.
peace pjc
I feel blessed that you share so freely with me Peter. I also ponder massive piles of yesterdays from what sometimes seems to be a shrinking world. my steps count more now that there are fewer taken. for me it is my heart not my sugars yet. I can say I continue to use my heart well, and often. it takes more out of the reserves these days. naps became needed instead of optional. sigh. I try to make the most of my dreamtime, waking or asleep. love the memory space too. I have some that do not change and even a few that do. my mind remains as busy as ever, the husk is lagging. such is this beautiful gift of living.
Thanks Pauline An old friend used to say “there are those who get it and those who never will” you are one who gets “it” peace pjc