AI created photo. I asked for Sigmund Freud sitting on a psychedelic toadstool 🤷🏼♂️
AI created photo. I asked for Sigmund Freud sitting on a psychedelic toadstool 🤷🏼♂️
Nice memory of the summer.
Funny what gets thrown up by the light.
Sometimes I can’t see as far as I’d like to.
My great grandmother’s.
I wonder what she used it for?
Tile after tile.
@manton Used the mac version of the app for the first time. Seemed a bit complicated signing in - lots of window opening and competing requests - but now I’ve gotten here the view is lovely :-)
Now I’ve looked at the Bowie mural I’ve started to look at where it’s located.
I’ve been walking past this mural eight times a week for the past few years without really looking at it.
Going through stuff in the attic I came across two of these cups. We had a whole set of this ‘Haddon Hall’ pattern crockery at home. Nice to have this old friend in my hand again - for the umpteenth time.
There are days when a little company is all you want.
It’s 48 outside and the air is damp, so; the first fire of the season.
Starting to think about the shift into winter. I love this moment in autumn - the slow preparatory glide into stasis.
Just to have the delightful opportunity to do nothing but cogitate for a few months. To plan, to muse, to scheme.
I intend to hunker down.
An interesting and challenging day today. Waking up to the expected Trump victory and reading the last posts that the still sleeping US bloggers that I read on NetNewsWire had left behind them the night before.
It is confounding, and everyone that I’ve spoken to about it today has expressed, more than anything else, they incredulity that a man so clearly unhinged should be being accepted with open arms by half of the American population that voted.
It’s a bit like the blind eye that everyone turned to Jimmy Savile.
