Men of the Clyde

I took the twins to ice-hockey this morning, it was their last session of the season and I left them to go for my own lesson, I have been learning a new routine and for the first time it ran flawlessly, spins spotted and jumps landed; for the first time in weeks I actually enjoyed the piece of music again that we had chosen to skate to. I think it was maybe because I need to think things through in my mind, try and make sense of the unfolding event of the last days, there is no making sense of it so far and I feel helpless!

Today was a day I had no motivation, no inclination to Blip, I was being selfish and wallowing in my own self pity... no matter I thought that maybe getting out would occupy my mind again , it did, but for all the wrong reasons sadly.

I had left the house with the express idea of shooting a specific shot and returning home, I didn't want to see anyone let alone speak to anyone, the shot I envisaged was not to be. I got back in the car and drove aimlessly for a while just trying to think, to clear my head, knowing where my next shot was but traveling in the opposite direction.

I eventually sat for a while and just watched the waves, I find the estuary a haven, an escape on a wet day from people and places. I drove back to the site of today's shot, a statue in Greenock commemorating the industrious past of the ship building industry, it depicts three men hauling a propeller. I remember as a child seeing men just like these streaming out of the yards when the hooters sounded I have described them in previous Blips as being like a "heaving mass of humanity" thronging out of the gates. The men remind me of the figures in a Peter Howson painting, but maybe that is just me.

I hope I have done a little bit of justice to the design of Naomi Hunt and the Sculpting of Malcolm Robertson for today it was all I could do just to keep going

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