Monmouth. Day 25

Worcester | Compton Verney

Picturesque 'Incident'. - I like that.

'World class' facilities.

Creaking wheels of an off road wheelchair - sounds like the rigging of a pirate ship.

Several Cedar of Lebanon - plate like boughs of green.

Natural Lymes - un-pollarded and full to the ground.

'Alter Ego'.

"Whose that famous Dutch painter?"..."Oh Van somebody".

Hands wanted to walk all over the sculptures.

Had to put my Rodin & Henry Moore 'goggles' on - experiencing the ecclesiastical 

sculptures was somehow more rewarding. 

'Kinver Edge' 

I understand the surface of the earth.

The problem is undoing the picturesque.

Enid Marx.

"I'm not affiliated to anyone else".

Monmouth: Day 24

Nothing doing...bad day.

Monmouth: Day 23

Misty over Monmouth.

Inexhaustible appetite.

Teenage diligence masking pheromonal imperatives (in the Library).

LCD intensity - pinpoint poking retinas.

Home Sweet Family Home - exciteable and delightful.

(Can't think now - tired)

'Man with a Movie Camera'

...it also occurred to me that...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zeCdQJcA88

#corporealconnections

Powers of Ten

It occurred to me...#corporealconnections

http://www.openculture.com/2010/07/powers_of_ten.html

Monmouth: Day 22

Yesterday...

Monmouth: Day 21 (Part 2)

Biblins Bridge & Back.

Swallows by the bridge playing effortless giddy games.

Ferns of excellent succulence.

Foam fringed rapids.

Lead lipped pinnacles.

Just crossed the border into Wales. 

Everything spongy and porous.

Boa constrictor beech tree roots.

Green squeezing down now.

Pushing me - pulling me - into and through.

Irresistible ramps - the rumps of trees.

I can see The Seven Sisters with my own eyes.

Vacuous space full with birdsong.

Me and a Crow and a cold fire pit.

Choc/lime pipeline.

Nothing for my eyes to latch onto - smoothly flow through the  undergrowth.

Aeron eirin tagu and roller coaster May Flies.

Feeling down the valley.

The exit ramp forest lines leading to town.

I've had no choice but to use my eyes to touch and feel.

I've had to imagine being touched.

I used to be hungry to be held.

I became hungry to hold.

Through another muddy gate.

Galvanised latch and swinging hinges.

Moving with the river now. 

Gliding with the spirals.

Battery almost dead and Mino in my head.