I’m still not really sure what’s going on or able to put words to anything.
So I’ll just free write.
I took this at the end of the day and this bit of the shot seemed to get that sense of confusion ... what is it, which way is up, islands in the sky .... whatever ...
The day had been retrieved by this time but it was mostly grumpy. I knew I wanted to find a water hole but couldn’t decide. I spent time looking for something new but have pretty much exhausted local possibilities and the effort of research and the anticipated anxiety of trying to rummage around very very lost places, forgotten to time, just became too much and I got to the point of wondering about the point of anything at all. Futility hit huge.
So I settled on a certainty and thought that would give me the impetus to go on from there.
The certainty went well and was en route to see the chaps.
It has been on my mind since lockdown.
At first I had felt a slight sense of panic at not being able to travel and visit during full lockdown but that settled.
When restrictions on travel lifted I realised I didn’t want to rush back.
As time has passed I have noticed that I haven’t felt like going.
It has become increasingly problematic and I haven’t been able work out quite why.
Today I decided to just overcome it and go anyway, seeing it as either a block or avoidance, or something ...and having no other bright ideas. The well certainty would get me half way.
So I did that. But as I drove on to see the chaps I soon realised it was the most chockablock I’ve ever seen it. I turned tail and headed home. I’m not sure I cared one way or the other to be honest so I retreated rather miserably to the garden.
I later saw a text from my friend saying they were swimming but I felt too miserable and very poor company so continued pootling in the garden.
She ended up calling by on their way and I was persuaded to join them.
I know there’s more to this but can’t be arsed to find any coherence and it was such a gorgeous evening, so warm so late.

Anyway, whatever ...
... this just made me think of lost islands
... and the later learning of meniscus
... that sense of surface tension
... points of cohesion and adhesion with various things, place, people and , of course, life, and ... of course, points of separation.