Chinese New Year. The Year of the Snake. The sun is up and I can share fabulous red themed photographs on the blog.
One of my most serendipitous photos was taken a few steps further west from our local tidal pool. One December day I found a man practising his moves overlooking Plymouth Sound.
This seems the perfect day to show off his skills and my good fortune on witnessing this.
May your Wednesday be full of colour and not too many actual snakes.
Well Bloganuary, here it is. The tricksy prompt that I don’t quite know how to answer. Being loved is like Harry Potter’s Cloak of invisibility. Although the cloak is invisible it is a collage of different loves. Some old, some new. Some brief, some long. Some transient or fleeting. Some surprising and some unknown. We go through life with the cloak as a constant and when we die the cloak remains behind. At that point, particles of the cloak settle on other people and become grief, before transitioning back to love and finding a proper place within the cloaks of all who loved us. Cloaks are perpetual and like DNA we carry tiny fragments of our ancestors loves within our own cloaks.
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Wherever we are and whoever we are the cloak is always with us. Sometimes we wrap the cloak tightly around ourselves on other occasions it flows loosely from our shoulders. Now Bloganuary, how to illustrate that whimsical notion.
I tiled images of friends and family and then superimposed that image over an actual cloak hanging on a Hare coat hook. I think the Hare is the closest thing I have to a spirit animal.
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Still following a pair of brown and white bottoms but considerably larger than the brown and white bottoms of Hugo and Lola. Who, this morning, were taking sleep very seriously.
Unlike yesterday all our adventures are rural, traipsing the Commons and sampling the pubs of Wimbledon and Putney. This Mandarin duck was an early highlight.
We also took some time out to explore Putney Vale Cemetery. One of London’s ‘ great’ cemeteries. This time the highlight was not the great, gothic, architecture but actually the current burial grounds. The last resting place of multicultural Londoners, has a joyous mix of the ways people of different ethnicities, religions or heritages mark the passing of loved ones. Out of respect I took no photos but if you are ever in London the huge 19 th Century cemeteries are strangely life affirming, and the twenty first century areas are every bit as interesting as the old bits. So much love shared in a public space
There was a small drama to our day, a lost pair of reading glasses. With diligence and back tracking they were found at the very beginning of the days adventure. Wimbledon Windmill.
Lunar New Year and a good luck envelope. My Pandemic good luck is to have a Covid-19 vaccination today. It is remarkable that 14 million people have had their first dose already in Britain.
May the year of the Ox bring us all better fortunes.
Gung Hei Fat Choi
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