#876 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Shall I start the week with a ring of bright daisies or a daft question from my blog hosts.

Lets put the daft question away.

Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you.

Nobody in their right mind would answer this and not expect some trouble. Our family is a supportive force for good with a side order of niggles. Just as a family should be. Having a supportive family is the positive thing. Niggles are normal. But to pick one family member out for doing a positive thing would hugely increase the niggles to an unmanageable level. Everyone would wonder why their positive action has not been mentioned. Can you imagine the flip of this question being helpful.

Tell us something negative a family member has done to you?

Unimaginable in a well functioning family.

How is any of this linked to daisies?

These two pictures of daisies demonstrate that positives and negatives are not always clear cut and that pointing out a positive or a negative is not always good for the bigger picture. I love both these pictures.

These daisies are growing on the edge of a  grimy boatyard. They are a welcome piece of nature in an ugly urban environment.  Hard to pick out the most positive aspect of this picture.

Less than 500 yards away.

Another daisy family, easy to pick out the most positive aspect of the bigger picture

My family is just like these daisy pictures. Impossible to pick out the one positive that deserves a mention. But we thrive.

Here is the nubbin, the crux of my daisy ponderings on the bigger picture. Anyone looking at these two pictures would find it easy to point out the one stand-out positive feature in the two pictures.

The daisy family in the picture with all aspects being largely, equally positive survived untroubled. Nothing too outstanding to see

The daisy picture with the larger-than-life, perfectly placed tennis ball did not survive.*

* At least three committee meetings and many person hours sealed the fate of the tennis club daisy family.

My apologies for a meandering,  not precise blog. I’m not certain I demonstrated my point perfectly.

Praising one individual publicly nearly always diminishes  the others in their team( family) in some way.

Lost? You are in good company, find me in the daisy patch

#876 theoldmortuary ponders

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The rain stopped, and the sun came up so we packed up the van and had a night away in Tintagel. It’s not just humans exhausted by our long winter/spring of rainfall. The countryside looks wrecked and any farm animals’  lucky enough to have a dry patch of field are muddy from the boggy areas . Things are going to need a few more days of sunshine and dry weather before Spring can properly assert itself. The South West Coastal path is a treacherous, slippery place to walk right now but just doing a little bit to get a view like this was lovely.

Rainwater pouring down cliffs from the fields above illuminated rocks beautifully. I love this picture because it looks badly photoshopped.

Mosses have had a very good winter.

Soon enough this part of Cornwall will be buzzing with tourists, which is vital to the local economy but yesterday there was a gentler buzz of local(ish) people just getting out into the fresh air unencumbered by wet weather clothing. Everyone wearing smiles in honour of a dry day. My day peaked with some discarded fishing gear.

Texture pleasures.

Beyond nature I found a new Saint. Not one of the big hitters in Saintliness, it seems, but a popular woman locally with a church and a village hall. A quick google fails to find any evidence of her good works, just three churches that venerate her.

Her name,  St Materiana, works well with our contemporary consumerist society perhaps she is ripe for a rebrand.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Materiana

https://www.celticglory.com/spiritual/materiana-church-minster-cornwall

” Materiana, my darling what is it you actually did to become a saint”

” Oh, I understand. You were an influencer. Oh well done “

#875 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

The early morning, which is when most blogs are written, is perhaps the most unchanging time of day. So with some confidence I can say that in ten years time I will be performing my early morning ritual. Tea followed by coffee. Where I will be doing it is quite another matter, one that is completely unpredictable. But life is unpredictable even in the short term. Even one minute before seeing these Llamas there was no expectation of a Friday afternoon llama encounter. We were in Tintagel, North Cornwall. Home of Arthurian legend.

The Llamas were accompanied by Knights of the Round Table. The Knights were in the pub. The Llamas patiently waiting outside.

What is unpredictable in life is that in just a few moments it all made perfect sense.Fabulous how the hunan brain retains such utter nonsense.A Monty Python and the Holy Grail Stag Party or similar. Men, probably in their sixties having a themed weekend away. Link below to imdb if I have lost you already.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071853/?ref_=ext_shr

The next link explains the Llama bit.

15 Facts about Monty Python and the Holy Grail

The link also explains my own Monty Python moment. When I was working in London I had a patient called Reg Larner*. I asked him if people ever got the connection with Reg Llama from Brixton. His face took on a pained but bemused expression as he told me he had lived for a long while in Brixton and regretted moving away, his unintentional comedy name fitting perfectly with his address.

Where will I be in 10 years. Enjoying a coffee and pondering the joy of unpredictability.

*I was also at school with Michael Ellis

Apologies to everyone who does not love the absurdity of Monty Python. 

According to the credits, the movie is directed by 40 Specially Trained Ecuadorian Mountain Llamas, 6 Venezuelan Red Llamas, 142 Mexican Whooping Llamas, 14 North Chilean Guanacos (Closely Related to the Llama), Reg Llama of Brixton, 76000 Battery Llamas From “Llama-Fresh” Farms Ltd. Near Paraguay, and Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones. 

#874 theoldmortuary ponders

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What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

I couldn’t possibly narrow this down to only 5 but anarchic nature always makes me smile. I went to a really popular beach at low tide yesterday.  It was completely  empty so the dogs could be giddy without me paying them too much attention while I rested on the concrete side of the sea pool.

The sea batters this pool twice a day at high tide. The pool is soon to be renovated; tiny holes are appearing in the concrete and nature just jumps right in and fills the holes. The hole, which is about the size of a large coat button is home to Rough Winkles, Periwinkle Hermit Crabs and baby Barnacles. All lurking near the high tide area.

One of my paintings, of urban tarmac, was all about tree roots disrupting the sleek lines of the pedestrian paths in Dulwich Park, London.

And finally, of my 5 every day things that bring me pleasure, are more tree roots. Here in Sham Shui Po, Hong Kong, they are both anarchic and conforming at the same time.

#873 theoldmortuary ponders

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Hyperlocal Procrastination Day.

You would think a day of painting, that I had planned and looked forward to, would be made even more possible by another day of disgusting weather.

But then the ‘ tasks’ seduced me, and before paint could be laid on paper I started a minor tidy up which led to a major tidy up of the art cupboard.

Which led to 2 hours of trying to coax a dead printer back to life. Unsuccessfully. Which led to me losing  my phone , in the spice drawer of all places . Found after 2 hours of maniacal back tracking with false memories of when I last used it. Consequently not a drop of paint touched paper yesterday.

But on a positive, the black tulips look wonderful in the rain and the art cupboard is fabulous. The printer remains deceased.

Coincidentally I dressed today in homage to a black tulip. Art bag and DM’s feeling the tulip love.

#872 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Sometimes when I read the random questions that my blog host suggests first thing in the morning, I immediately know the question is not for me. Today is just such a one. But then it niggled at me as my coffee woke me up.

Describe one positive change you have made in your life.

Don’t we all make hundreds of tiny positive changes every day. Sometimes they add up to something fabulous which feels like a life changing moment. Quite often they add up to something fabulous but not what was expected. And sometimes despite all the positivity of intent some negativity slips into the process and everything in those moments feels a little out of control. Sub-optimal.

Is the size of the positive change the most important thing? Would anyone be interested in the hundreds of teeny tiny positive changes that happen in the course of one day.

This picture is an example of a teeny tiny positive change that occurred yesterday. The lighthouse mop could be dried in the sunshine and wind of yesterday’s weather. Probably for the first time in 6 months. A teeny tiny positive change that nobody noticed in the bigger picture.

#871 theoldmortuary ponders.

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©Tim Rhizome Artist

Concatenation is a wonderful thing. Post proper job I have dabbled in admin and writing for Arts organisations and now in a strange twist of concatenation as a non-tennis  player I do admin for a tennis club.

Not ‘just’ a tennis club but a coastal garden and Clubhouse that is available to host community events.

One such community is Rhizome Artists who meet once a week in the clubhouse. Rhizome are Exhibiting locally and the venue of the exhibition has a cafe that does great coffee and cake so a visit was the obvious thing to do.

So coffee, and cake but not concatenation were my anticipated outcomes of the visit.

Early on I met Tim who was taking some standard photographs of the whole exhibition. We had a small natter and he left. I enjoyed my coffee and cake and a lovely wide-ranging conversation with my gentleman companion. We then spent a lot of time enjoying the art, some of which is in the pictures below.

©Lynn Clynch
©Nuala Taylor
© Jane Athron
©Antonia Texidor

But then Tim returned. He is a stop start animation artist and had bought with him two of his posable figures and a panorama image of the exhibition.

©Tim, Rhizome Artist.

Really hard to believe that these two figures were not genuinely in the gallery with me. Or is this actually me and my gentleman companion!

Now this blog was always going to be about the collaborative work that Rhizome create in the Tennis Club clubhouse.

Fabulous as it is. The serendipity of meeting Tim altered the direction of the blog.

If you are local and can visit. Manor Street Gallery is open  during cafe hours.

#870 theoldmortuary ponders

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Yesterday we did one of our regular dog walks with the addition of a small granddaughter, who is new to walking with the dogs rather than being pushed. If the dogs can find a hundred different sniffs to slow our progress down. She added another level of procrastination to the experience. Touching the texture of every one of these bollards. There were 30 of them. Each one had a tiny set of fingers gently explore the rough surface.

Wake up and smell the coffee is one way to savour the moment.

Consider the bollards is a whole different level of mindfullness.

With high regard to safety the adults got plenty of time to ponder the meaning of life. And the dogs were more than happy to sniff and leave doggy messages.

Piss Patination

Humans and dogs got plenty of chance to consider this piece of bronze. A decade of dog pee gently arcing across the surface. Or this centuries old mooring bollard.

Its historically old cast-iron is being turned into a bark-like surface from seawater and dog pee. Maybe the last land bollard that Captain James Cook’s dog, Pugwash, pee’d on before setting off for Newfoundland or Australia and New Zealand.

Bollards can be fascinating things

#869 theoldmortuary ponders

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Storm Kathleen from Down Thomas.  ©Kevin Lyndsay

I can’t say Storm Kathleen bothered us much . Just more wind and rain, no flying dustbins or lost umbrellas. She did however create this moody sunset from Down Thomas. If you look into the gloom you can just about see Plymouth Sound.

Enough of rain! I thought I would share some dry pictures.

In summer months a charity runs drystone walling classes nearby. There is enormous skill in creating these walls which are a feature of rural Devon and Cornwall.

Wet, from rain these sections have some eye-challenging colour combinations.

In the summer months, these walls still look impressive but they are dusty with red mud from the artisans hands, as the rocks are laid over an embankment of compacted soil. Just my lucky day to catch them in a rare sunny moment while they were still wet. The moment was brief

The raw materials waiting for summer and craftspeople to return.

For the header image I overlaid Storm Kathleen on the drystone wall.

#868 theoldmortuary ponders

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Yesterday we attempted a big Hollywood style welcome for our granddaughter who was arriving home from France.

Everything was set up, we knew which window to wave at. We had tracked the ferry.

Everything was set.

And then we missed the moment by a moment.

You might think that a docked ferry suggests more than a moment, but from regular ferry watching I can assure you that sometimes it takes me longer to reverse my car into a parking space than for these ferries to nip backwards into the port. I am confident that we will be easily forgiven by an 18-month-old. But next year we really do have to get our ‘A’ game on. It is always the people who live closest that are late.