Isthmus ('Sick room')

I was in to see John at 6.30 this morning and spent most of the day with him. I took a break and drove back for a bite to eat and a walk down the bay. This composite panorama. An extra of a dead guillemot or razorbill washed up on the beach.

Times marches onward. The intensity of the small interactions. The heightened awareness of change. Readiness. Dread. Horizons closing in and the expanding world outside.