Once a day. Twice a day is harder. And yet it’s becoming the most treasured part of the day. To do nothing. To sit. To see what’s happening. To see what you are up to now. To see what’s what. Things happen in that quiet. The brain can relax a little. The body too. Moment after a moment, nothing much. A mild surprise: what, I don’t have to do anything? What, nothing to plan for, go over, worry about? And then next moment there is planning, then there is worrying. And yet then there is just you again. Still sitting there.
Daily Photo
Elder Galaxy (123/365)
Rollin' Wheat Free! (122/365)
Caroline’s famous wheat free rolls.
Evening meadow (121/365)
Beyond (120/365)
'Just passing through' by Alex Hoare (119/365)
One of a set of lights in the Swan Centre, Eastleigh, Hampshire, by local artist Alex Hoare.
In the Centre is the new Vue cinema. I went to see Terminator Salvation. It was bad in so many ways.
Fruit Sinclair (118/365)
The black river (117/365)
Through the grass jungle
Two Ghosts Of Bob The Builder In The Woods At Dusk (116/365)
Morning break (115/365)
Today I made it an intention to stop every hour for five minutes or so, to let my eyes have a rest from the screen, and to absorb some rays. This taken in the Centre courtyard, Gary having replanted the beds last year. A glorious sunny day!
Blue, white, green (114/365)
During lunchtime walk
3D Glasses (113/365)
This is me in my fabulous 3D glasses I got from the cinema when we went today. Coraline with Caroline.
I loved the 3D effects. It was my first experience of the new digital 3D technology; very impressive, especially when objects are moving slowly, and to give great depth to a set. Somehow the titles were the most impressive, with things moving behind and then in front of the text.
The film itself I didn’t like so much. I felt I was floating through a dream created by oh-so-imaginative artists, doing stuff just because they could. It’s one of those out-of-control fantasy films where you are at the mercy of someone’s artistic vision, forsaking characters and plot. But there were some great moments, especially when the alternative button world was crumbling to grey.
Was impressed with Vue Eastleigh. Way nearer than Portsmouth or Southampton and much more cutting edge than Winchester. The sound was so clear and the digital projection crisp. All new. We didn’t pay for ‘superior’ seats in leather, nor the beanbag chairs, which are all in the front row so you lie looking up at the screen a few feet away.
These glasses are like a comedy version of my own!
Itchen at Twyford (112/365)
All the way to the refineries (111/365)
On a clear day like today, from Beacon Hill you can see all the way to the oil refineries at Fawley, over 20 miles away as the crow flies. Beyond the chimneys are the hills of the Isle of Wight. Picture taken from Beacon Hill, near Warnford, above the Meon Valley.
Buttercups! (110/365)
A soggy day, vegetable garden (109/365)
Rain all day
Handkerchief Tree (108/365)
Wii Fit! (107/365)
Mr & Mrs Hereford (106/365)
Between Lowlands Farm and Brick Kiln farm, near West Meon. She wanted to come nearer. He was protecting her. Each time she moved towards us, he moved forward too, cutting her off and making her walk to one side. Look at their faces – he has the typical ‘angry’ bull face, she has a beautiful eye patch.



















