Sunday, 19 April 2020

Teachers' stress, grief and exhaustion...

two trees and two hills...

a shrine and rain...

hungry for sunshine...

pools of moonlight...

three pillars of glass...

empty streets...

standing and staring...

two magpies...



two magpies
when spirits are synchronised
it's all black and white

Garcia Lorca drawings...

a snail tale...


In this grand, extended 'holiday-from-the-daily-macro-peak-hour' dramas,
I have decided to get closer to the microcosms in my own little world...
Last night, I sat on the steps outside my front door
by my faithful little bear guardian...
and there...on his hat...
was a friendly snail...



clearly, the snail was keen on exploring his new friend...



I am just not so sure about my little bear's point of view...
Perhaps he may have been blind-sided...

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