“You’ve got bindweed. You’ll need to dig it out and burn it” I helpfully yell.
But I died years earlier and all that remains of me is a sound the gardeners mistake for a rusty gate, and a chilly draft that reminds them it’s Monday tomorrow.
Aha, at the end of the allotments there was a big outdoor party. A long table of food and drink and happy early summer conversation, and me staring at them like a ghost watching the living.
That’s what the afterlife will be like.
A passing ghost takes a Polaroid of allotment plots. The green is luxurious.
“One is starved of wabi-sabi up there”
Sorry. I usually add an alt text. Various shots from around a church: a man's legs and a long wooden floor; a row of cassocks hanging, looking like ghosts going to a wedding; lights in the choir stalls; the horns of the organ; the toothy shadow of the door; and the church against a post storm sky
of course that's what helps make The Beatles the Beatles - how they were both running through fire and exhausted old men at the same time.
I'd be looking forward to the four Beatles films if they'd given each to a different animator/illustrator to make. How @chloecumming.bsky.social depicts each Beatle as if they're both young and old at the same time is amazing to me. Look at Ringo - both a smudge of youth and a face a 100 years old.
under the weather and a right old mess of stress I took sanctuary in the church - for a free lunchtime organ recital. I recorded one bit because it was so quiet: the same volume as the stones surrounding us and the feet shuffling on the floor; more gossip than organ. I then filmed bits and pieces.
under the weather and a right old mess of stress I took sanctuary in the church - for a free lunchtime organ recital. I recorded one bit because it was so quiet: the same volume as the stones surrounding us and the feet shuffling on the floor; more gossip than organ. I then filmed bits and pieces.
They’re shooting a promotion film as I pass the miniature railway. They’ve their best small locomotive out, a full head of steam, and are going back and forth a few meters while a man films on his phone.
There’s a direct line between this and ‘Train Pulling into a Station’ 130 years ago.
If there is an afterlife I hope it’s just a long footpath running between allotments and a river.
(Posted from a new path I have found in Cambridge, running between allotments and a river. It’s happily leading me away from the train home)
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These are more of the Beatles drawings I’ve done that I like, partly because they’re quick/deft and capture thought
