... dismissive in appreciation ...

June in summer of 2017;
the colour beyond 

the time in image to dismiss. The pictorial clutter to disperse of from this time. The archive of images that could be written into papers to publish. The dissertations ideas aplenty if I go that route. 

The prompts from these images for future writings ... for now the short and many into scattered, shattered posts for now. I came across another unpublished poem, that goes down well with all those beloved. 

I am still working out the design on this photo. To me it is not quite right. These days now it goes more by the by, otherwise it would never get done or seen in sharing. 

Another early poem escaped me. That is life in this rumblings much more and beyond. The irritation put in the context to just enjoy the now, anything else is a blessing wrong or right ....

The plans in a countdown

for yet another wave in the heatwave. When it was too hot to be physical or have the shredder busting it's gut ... I did things in ease. The next dustcloud dislodged ... 

I have the ideas a little more carefree and yes the walls of darkness falls. I feel void. The news is wretched beyond the walls. It now reminds those that are in governance are as good as the skills they possess and the people around in the team within. The coordinated response project management modules so lacking in this first world country. 

The evolution of hate and disdain. The way grounded people do come together in times of blight encouraging  ... I am a little blunt in this after my archaic incidents that came upon a few seasons .... though a lot of those did donate as well as basic goods needed  .... time rather than goods is very appreciated after the fire, one knows this in a different context when you flee a home little more than the clothes you where, some keys and a device !!! 

The minimal and

the  clutter in communal blocks ... our three storey high flats makes for some challenging moves ... those that toss out the window to those carting up the flights of stairs in each change of resident over the times here ... 

There is always a sigh of relief on our ground floor access by visitors delivering goods and those white goods to go further up the stair wells  ... how on earth do sky highs negoiate putting children and the elderly in unreachable ease of access  ... it is obscene ...  

... we have no lift or emergency stairs or ladders outside as standard ... a case of pushing mattresses out the window and easing out ... my now old ways of safety in moving and handling and the old ways I got taught so lost in time encapsulated with social isolation of mental health of a dead spouse . I am finally updating skills only just recapping after too long a lost time ... 

My visions of tower blocks were of Southampton for years before moving this way near the capital city and travelling further up ... the many discussions on the challenges of housing. We took a interest in the community on arriving to this current abode. The new builds tours. The estate walkabouts that happened once upon a time. The tenements of slums through the eras ,.. the more regulated in social housing than the private sector ... The university cities of another time bringing in many interesting tales of tenancies ... The halls of daughter's uni chosen were the best she saw. And certainly an improvement in that era to previous times ..

... the informal bed and breakfast to the glamouros hotels and all in between ... the holiday lets ... cottages, caravans and tents ... The challenges of the way our Dad was in our safety, the enclosed malls, cinemas and arenas ... public transport ... the best place to sit in public transport ... the cars that now compact on contact in an accident. The flying dummies images we now see. The seat belts and booster seats changes all in the times in road travel ... 

 It is surprising how a life came to be ... I have the wandering a tad of the patermal line. This trying times in my Autumnal years with being a lot earlier in this section of life ... the decision on letting go more of the baggage of a life journey to rethink a lot ... especially now I am one again ... 

The freedom of movement in so much ... I don't think I can be tied down to a schedule again 

The gaps filling

in updating some of the keep part of life .... the filling up of 2012 into 2013 ... I am now in part back in 2014 amd making sense of the soon to be deaths that came that year ... and the clearance in tandem with another home. 

The visiting Cornwall and clearing in Kent with a tad of Cheshire in the mix,  increasing in the influx of catch up illumination in action of life simples pleasures ... among the stronghold of being kept in the past ...

The break free to capture my own goals simply, robusting without turning back .... The advice of those that did not know the full picture of tangent times... still happening to this day ... 

The many deaths that bring clearance in general of deceased work to tie up, along with two stuffed homes, many garages,  a few sheds ... and a garden thrown in the mix!!!!