in the time of corona...

so, blip tells me that this is 2500, which feels a bit surreal, finding me more aware of the gaps, still playing catch up and being crap with words either as accompaniment or, more importantly as too long belated replies... but there are some to be spilled here, as well as having turned the camera to colour... in the end blip does continue to be a place which offers a kind of refuge, of kindness, a mesh of stories told by others which has, over the years, offered a balm for those madnesses which have accompanied the journey... a place to return to... so, for me at least, an oddly apt photo, a thank you for visiting, for looking and listening and, most likely, for tolerating...