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it was my first time on horseback in a year or so. was great exploring the woods again. back to imagining red indian adventures across the plains. heather and fly swarms to negotiate.
august bank holiday - the last hope for a late burst of summer. there was sunshine at the close of the day, but it was accompanied by a nip in the air. the sandman emerged again as the sun began to bow towards worthing. he comes out at low tide to draw his circles in the sand. he listens to his walkman loud and pretends to ignore the modest crowd that gather to watch him draw his temporary designs.
it was my first time on horseback in a year or so. was great exploring the woods again. back to imagining red indian adventures across the plains. heather and fly swarms to negotiate.
august bank holiday - the last hope for a late burst of summer. there was sunshine at the close of the day, but it was accompanied by a nip in the air. the sandman emerged again as the sun began to bow towards worthing. he comes out at low tide to draw his circles in the sand. he listens to his walkman loud and pretends to ignore the modest crowd that gather to watch him draw his temporary designs.
patch took me to chanctonbury ring to clear the cobwebs and combat the terrible fear that gripped me. 360 degree views and gathering storm clouds did wonders for my spirits and appreciation of bigger things!
patch took me to chanctonbury ring to clear the cobwebs and combat the terrible fear that gripped me. 360 degree views and gathering storm clouds did wonders for my spirits and appreciation of bigger things!
august bank holiday - the last hope for a late burst of summer. there was sunshine at the close of the day, but it was accompanied by a nip in the air. the sandman emerged again as the sun began to bow towards worthing. he comes out at low tide to draw his circles in the sand. he listens to his walkman loud and pretends to ignore the modest crowd that gather to watch him draw his temporary designs.
august bank holiday - the last hope for a late burst of summer. there was sunshine at the close of the day, but it was accompanied by a nip in the air. the sandman emerged again as the sun began to bow towards worthing. he comes out at low tide to draw his circles in the sand. he listens to his walkman loud and pretends to ignore the modest crowd that gather to watch him draw his temporary designs.
august bank holiday - the last hope for a late burst of summer. there was sunshine at the close of the day, but it was accompanied by a nip in the air. the sandman emerged again as the sun began to bow towards worthing. he comes out at low tide to draw his circles in the sand. he listens to his walkman loud and pretends to ignore the modest crowd that gather to watch him draw his temporary designs.
patch took me to chanctonbury ring to clear the cobwebs and combat the terrible fear that gripped me. 360 degree views and gathering storm clouds did wonders for my spirits and appreciation of bigger things!
patch took me to chanctonbury ring to clear the cobwebs and combat the terrible fear that gripped me. 360 degree views and gathering storm clouds did wonders for my spirits and appreciation of bigger things!
this was a strange september friday. i walked home from work in the late sun to find the roof of our flats on brunswick terrace covered in starlings. the sound inside was deafening. it was the lowest tide i'd ever seen. the starlings usually circle the old pier at this time, preparing to roost. something, maybe the eerily low tide, had put them off and they decided to roost on our house instead. they tapped on the skylight and angled their beady eyes on us. they hid from my camera everytime i stuck my head out of the window. we played this game for twenty minutes or more. then all at once, in a sudden gush they were gone on their way, leaving in their wake a blanket of silence.
august bank holiday - the last hope for a late burst of summer. there was sunshine at the close of the day, but it was accompanied by a nip in the air. the sandman emerged again as the sun began to bow towards worthing. he comes out at low tide to draw his circles in the sand. he listens to his walkman loud and pretends to ignore the modest crowd that gather to watch him draw his temporary designs.
I would miss the feeling of being imersed, of being gently touched in every part of the body, of travelling in 3 dimensions, the cooling feeling of a swimming pool dip or a warm shower on a winter morning, a feeling of balance! I would miss returning to the womb whenever i want!
