Why is that I feel most at peace in the city? All that noise, all those people, all that going on, but yet that's where I feel *totally* at peace. My heart, my mind, everything is at ease when I'm up there, and I can feel the un-peace and unease starting as I leave its boundaries to travel home on the motorway.
There's only one city for me, and that's Glasgow. I miss it (and I've only been home 45 minutes). I love it at night. I wish I could write well enough to describe it. One day I'll have a go. In the meantime there are a handful of pics on flickr (the ones that were in focus, i.e. 3 out of about 150) which show two of my favourite places.
Shame I had to leave!
Today's been a good day, though.
I saw an old couple in the supermarket. I love to see old *couples* - so often you just see elderly people alone, and that can be sad - so it's fantastic to see old, long-married pairs going about their business.
This pair were particularly cool - the togetherness just oozing out of them and what struck me about them was the fact that they were still *chatting* together. All those years, and they still hadn't run out of things to say. Fantastic.
Someone approached me, in the same supermarket, and said: "I've been following your stories for months. I like your writing." Obviously crazed, but it's good to hear that. (I do make more of an effort at work).
Before leaving for Glasgow, I had to take photos at a ceilidh for local disabled/mental health patients. That was pretty cool - it's simple entertainment but there is so little provision in the way of services locally that its *everything* to them, and they enjoy it and really, really value it because of that. It's just &*%$£!@# typical that *all* my photos are out of focus. I'm annoyed, for them. I am hoping the wizards in the Department of Smoke and Mirrors at work can do something about them.
So tomorrow's plan is: kill two birds with one stone, and get out there and practise taking photos. Ones that are in focus.
And now, it's time for bed.
PQB
There's only one city for me, and that's Glasgow. I miss it (and I've only been home 45 minutes). I love it at night. I wish I could write well enough to describe it. One day I'll have a go. In the meantime there are a handful of pics on flickr (the ones that were in focus, i.e. 3 out of about 150) which show two of my favourite places.
Shame I had to leave!
Today's been a good day, though.
I saw an old couple in the supermarket. I love to see old *couples* - so often you just see elderly people alone, and that can be sad - so it's fantastic to see old, long-married pairs going about their business.
This pair were particularly cool - the togetherness just oozing out of them and what struck me about them was the fact that they were still *chatting* together. All those years, and they still hadn't run out of things to say. Fantastic.
Someone approached me, in the same supermarket, and said: "I've been following your stories for months. I like your writing." Obviously crazed, but it's good to hear that. (I do make more of an effort at work).
Before leaving for Glasgow, I had to take photos at a ceilidh for local disabled/mental health patients. That was pretty cool - it's simple entertainment but there is so little provision in the way of services locally that its *everything* to them, and they enjoy it and really, really value it because of that. It's just &*%$£!@# typical that *all* my photos are out of focus. I'm annoyed, for them. I am hoping the wizards in the Department of Smoke and Mirrors at work can do something about them.
So tomorrow's plan is: kill two birds with one stone, and get out there and practise taking photos. Ones that are in focus.
And now, it's time for bed.
PQB
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