Now imagine: You've had a shit day. Your best friends have become, in your mind, a dose of vinegar and you don't relish spending any more time with them. However, because they're your friends you force yourself to do so. Then this scene shows up. Any "forcing" that needed to be done falls to the floor as you bask in the velvet-clad glow of three of your most precious gifts in the world. These three ladies, Marita Beth, Kelly & Denise somehow made the day ok, just by being where they were when they were. My goddess how could it be any better. Dressed in beautiful, long velvet dresses they sit gathered together on the rich red carpet of our lodging and look as though they intend to solve all the world's problems with a glance. My day suddenly got better.
Wastrel On!
(Listening To: Gershwin: Rhapsody in Blue, Concerto in F by the Cincinnati Pops)
16.12.05
On the Stairs
Now imagine: You've had a shit day. Your best friends have become, in your mind, a dose of vinegar and you don't relish spending any more time with them. However, because they're your friends you force yourself to do so. Then this scene shows up. Any "forcing" that needed to be done falls to the floor as you bask in the velvet-clad glow of three of your most precious gifts in the world. These three ladies, Marita Beth, Kelly & Denise somehow made the day ok, just by being where they were when they were. My goddess how could it be any better. Dressed in beautiful, long velvet dresses they sit gathered together on the rich red carpet of our lodging and look as though they intend to solve all the world's problems with a glance. My day suddenly got better.
Wastrel On!
(Listening To: Gershwin: Rhapsody in Blue, Concerto in F by the Cincinnati Pops)
15.12.05
Footbridge to nowhere
Whilst out roaming the woods behind New Milne, I stumbled, almost literally onto this footbridge. The bridge goes nowhere. It's just there. I s'pose at one time it had to go from somewhere to somewhere, but as you can see it's not in the best of shape. Being alone in this area and having told noone I was headed there, I certainly didn't feel like trying my luck on it. Just what I needed in my beleagured state of mind was to fall through a dilapidated wooden bridge into a sluice pond. Right.
Wastrel On!
(Listening to: Disco Inferno by the Tramps)
14.12.05
Sluice
The old mill house, in the woods behind New Milne House was right next door to this beautiful little waterfall. I say little, but the photo is actually quite deceiving. The sluice gate was (rusted) open & the water was rushing through in vast volumes and down a 20-25 foot sluice to dump into this receiving pool. The water then babbled it's way through the woods to run down the side yard of New Milne. Majestic and just what I needed to take my mind off the days events. It was therapeutic in a naturalistic way. When you are feeling blue, go listen to the sound of and watch the beauty of a waterfall.
Wastrel On!
(Listening To: God, Pt. 2 by U2)
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