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Nothing left but the gently waving seagrass:

A jellyfish wanted to come and help but he's still got one gimpy leg in plaster.

Narhwal to the rescue:

oh noes! shark attack!

So for the next five days I have to take a stupid amount of drugs -

- I should have been taking a stupid amount of drugs for the last five days, but the drugs make me sick and it was the Easter weekend and I had 7 services in 72hrs and a really nice lunch planned so that wasn't going to happen (I want to miss the dawn service for the usual reasons - Sloth, indolence - not because I'm vomiting blood & acid) -

- and anyway if I'm having to take that many stupid grim-inducing drugs I may as well have fun with it so for the next few days I shall be arty.

Behold, a Boat:

Little Earthquakes is a masterpiece, but I can't remember when was the last time I've heard Me and a Gun, it's too much to handle

See, I am The Old. My copy of Little Earthquakes is on cassette, and a pirate cassette at that (I got it from a guy who literally has TORI and AMOS tattooed across his knuckles). And the thing with cassettes is - for those too young to remember - it's *really hard* to skip tracks. You've only got the FF & RW buttons and no way of telling where the track ends* so you're constantly running it backwards 'n' forwards 'n' backwards 'n' forwards and is that the dying chords of the last song or the opening chord of the next song and what even IS the next song it's a pirate cassette so if the track listing is written at all it's in some guy's handwriting you can't read and anyway the tape's been sitting in the sun for 20 years and it's faded off.

Anyway, my life to this day is 50/50 cassette tapes and radio, so the concept of skipping a song is still a little alien.

*Unless you're my father, in which case next to each track he would scrawl the stereo's counter number for each track. Spot the engineer...

Stargazing. Daniel Ablitt

Opal -  Coober Pedy, SA, Australia

Moon and blue in art.

Being given a Cognitive Assesment Test when you're autistic is hilarious because the Consultant is all 'and how were you fEeLIng at that exact time?' and I'm like buddy I couldn't tell you that on my best day, I'm just <Homer_Simpson_I_Dunno_Noise.wmv>, can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

I teach, and when kids ask "What's being an adult like?" I sum it up thus:

"You can have cake for breakfast whenever you want, but a) you have to pay for it, and b) if it makes you sick you have to clear it up...."

Seems legit.

This. This is it. This is all I want. And I hope it is public as I wish to go and sit in front of it for a whole day or a whole week and just stare.

Wonder where it is?

*checks*

Ah crap. I hope it is...safe?

The Black Sea at night, Ivan Aivazovsky, oil on canvas, 1879.

Good morning Kagoshima.

“ Sunrise magic! “ // Daniel Weissenhorn

Misty forest on a magic fall day (2023)

I'm okay.

As we DON'T appear to be getting the Autumn I personally deserve, and as it's me birfday guv'nor, have a selection of some cold and misty pics.

Head balm

IMPORTANT QUILT UPDATE:

Remember how I said I beasted that last one to make a deadline?

BEHOLD, A BURRITO:

Finished! If I were to do this again, I would give it 6-8 weeks. I beasted this in under 4 weeks to make a deadline. Happy, but may have permanently damaged my fingers. Everything hand-sewn:

Detail of the tiny waves on the navy blocks:

I tried to take a lovely photo of a sleepy kitty but just as I hit the button he decided to yawn, so behold the beast I guess.

So as soon as I get up in the morning I have to put the blanket on the bed because both cats, the shedding, oh god the shedding, and usually I have a reasonable amount of time to do this, but that morning I swear I got up, I went to the bathroom, and by the time I got back...

And I knew I wouldn't be able to shift him, because a) that's a good 10lb of cat right there, and b) when you attempt to move him he gets...pointy, but I had to have the blanket down for when the other one turned up so I just, I just...

‘Surf At Salvo’ by Peter Alan Nisbet (1948)

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