The wind is moaning

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Like fingers plucking at strings, or air blown across the top of a bottle.

We knew we had bought cheap windows. But I didn’t expect the moan when the wind was in certain directions.

First the front window started to ululate gloomily, a long rising note, not too high pitched. Only when we have a northerly wind does it start up with a tune.

Then we noticed one of the kitchen windows joined in with its own moan. This does not happen when the trees are covered in leaves. But when the shelter blows away as autumn progresses the light moaning starts to return, gradually deepening as a storm intensifies.

You really couldn’t get more excellent moans. Just add the motor from the fridge making puppy dog whines as it starts spinning up and you have a whole set of spooky sound effects even when you least expect them.

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I was just reading through my Facebook page and came across this:

Morning world. this is the last time I get my partner up for work early on Sunday as his firm have decided from next week to make it a noon shift (Too many people not turning in after a night on the town?) anyway I watched the sky lighten in the East over the last half hour, first the sky between the clouds turned deep blue then lightened, the cloud tops yellowing then the dark grey of the clouds gradually became a mid grey shade. I watched to see if the street lights would go out but most are still on, just looking dimmer against the brightening sky. Then I remembered the world is turning not the sun rising…. I imagine the movement, thousands of miles an hour as this house and town and city, with me standing looking out of the window at the top of the stairs all moves rapidly and the suns light creeps over the horizon, with the bright morning stars ( if I could see past the houses and shops and clouds) heralding the first bright glimpse of the sun…..

Earache

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I’m sitting here with the cat curled up at my feet and daytime TV playing in the background. I have ear problems, making me feel dizzy.

I went and got tablets so I have been feeling better today. But it means I haven’t been able to get things done that I wanted to. Oh well I’ll be better soon. My partners gone out for a cycle ride before the sun sets. I’m fed up of the reduced hours of daylight and yet we still have 14 or 15 days before the shortest day.

The worst thing is tipping my head side ways… Then everything spins and I feel like the world is dropping away below me. In the meantime I have warm ankles because of the cat! Ah yes and I must get my Christmas cards posted. I’m thinking of putting a tree up this year but leaving it till the last minute  I’m also going to tie it to the wall somehow to keep the cats from tipping it over …  Hmm, when? not now.

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Middle space poem

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One silly challenge I’ve found on Facebook is typing a phrase than clicking the middle spellchecker option to make a sentence or in this case a random poem.

I’ve decided my phrase will be:

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

The link to university of Manchester

and us a metallic clunk

The artist from the pottery

The link is getting very

The artist had used a cat

in speaking to encourage

even more involvement

The link to her page

here Ive real use

The artist from Spode

at least I’m going back

memories that people

The link inch

The artist had used to be a circular

The link is broken

The artist from the road.

 

So thats weird……

Compassion

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The days are darker and colder now. The leaves have fallen off the trees and the homeless lie shivering on pavements in the city.

I met a homeless man a few weeks ago. He cannot find a home because he owed rent arrears, he cannot see a GP because he does not have an address. He cannot get free health care and has to buy medicine, while being homeless.

I spoke to him and he had a broken ankle, he needed care. Since then he has been to hospital where his leg, now ulcerated, was being dressed with bandages.

Now it’s a few weeks later and I saw him again asking for spare change. I gave him some and asked him how his leg was. He loosened the bandages and I could smell it. The skin is grey and black and he pulled a bit of it off. He needed money to buy dressings and also to get a bed for the night and to see an emergency nurse.

I gave him enough money to do this. I cannot ignore it. He could lose his leg, he could get gangrene or septicemia.

He has problems, I see that, he may be an addict or have a drink problem. But how can I walk by?

How can this world lack compassion? How can we put people in a position where they cannot access health care, cannot sleep in a bed, cannot have dignity? And there are so many more  elderly, sick, people with mental health problems, refugees, the destitute, the outcasts of society in my country and across the world.

When did we decide not to be compassionate? To take money from the poorest to give to the richest?

There is a statistic… 80 men own as much wealth as half of the world’s population… That’s 80 to 3,500,000,000….

Is that fair?

Have compassion, don’t walk on the other side of the street. There but for the grace of god go I.

Finished

Green brown woman is finished. Ready to go to her new home. I tried to get a 3d effect with light and dark tones. One thing that happens when I try to imagine a subject is that it needs to look at least slightly like it could exist. With this I wanted to try and make the leaves look like they were real, but when you imagine things it does all depend on what you remember, how it’s put together and what colours it has.

Anyway I want the customer to be happy especially since it has taken a few weeks to paint…. Now all I have to do is finish Jupiter before this weekend!