I start today with a link to a Flickr image. This shot is by Cath Walker and what made it different was the poem she added on growing old. The poem is not by Cath but she posts lovely images and it is worth having a trawl through her Photostream.
When we were very young my father did not have a car. He could not even drive until he was in his early to mid 40s and that meant we travelled by train or bus. The typical trip was either a bus from Hereford to Llanbradach, changing at Tredegar or a steam train down to the Valleys. It is probably hard for people today, who can travel on a magalev at 400kph +, to understand what the attraction is of steam trains. They were relatively slow, dirty and uncomfortable. I think you have to take a journey on one to understand. The noise, the whistles, the steam………… they were a bit like a rough comfort blanket. The poem lays out some of the things a woman wants to do when she grows old. A host of minor rebellions such as run my stick along the public railings.
Why are only children allowed the licence to do these things? We grown-ups “ought to know better”. I will start a list of things that I shall do when I am retired. Oh! But I am retired. I need to start rebelling now! Time to go and drop some acid perhaps. I know something to
… give us those nice bright colors
… the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah!
Luckily perhaps for me that’s Kodachrome and not LSD. Maybe I’ll stick to that just a little bit longer. Digitally reproduced sadly. Your ideas on growing old disgracefully gratefully appreciated.
Here – to make the connection – is a shot from yesterday that supposedly gives the effect of Kodachrome 25. it is the yellow iris again. I have reworked yesterday’s shot a couple of times thanks to some helpful suggestions from Steve Gingold but I’m still not sure which I like best. This is a different plant.
And here, by popular demand is a broad shot of the Smartie bugs, or as my wife described them the traffic lights.
And finally, because I am starting to get a thing about bark colours and textures, a tree detail from LNEC.
Now I need a nap. I’ve been working for almost an hour and we retired folks need our rest. Morning siestas? Oh I am such a rebel.