Lowestoft

Do you like yourself. I am one of those people who likes myself. It is often on reflection that this is so, reminiscing, since for myself in the present I have frequent broken days. I try to get a thing started that will work for a while but especially meeting people I know it will end. These birds I so enjoyed photographing one day in Lowestoft. I looked again and saw they have character. So do many of the animals around us of course. I think we probably had character until now so I am very happy when I find I like yself for surely it is character that persists actions that I do not feel wrong in my past and present feelings. So it seems anyway, the failures in love or respect but otherwise it is nice to feel morepersonally all there.

Natural world.

There is little opportunity to find persistence due to my stepping up for it. I found it more and in the natural world but was unaware the durability would be the strongest thing I had to sustain my otherwise discarded applications for a profitably existence in recent years. These photos are no comparison to living on the bird covered Hebridean islands we have a round the British Isles. That sea shore is where they are sea birds still rather than inhabitants of our managed world where they are still wild but have scavenging from us for a large part of their diet. Perhaps not having a parliament discuss how to share out the land and materials keeps them wild. Perhaps going to school kept me wild as it was not choice or a parliament but classes. The lessons were democratic but the organisation was peer led by age-group which is quite natural isn’t it. Perhaps loss of nature is what breaks me from myself but I am fortunate to have lived so much of my life walking wild and biking or instilling a challenge to my physique by focusing so much on climbing.

I was brought to this change in nature in my lifetime by a scene in the Hobbit yesterday. The is theme of having character. It was in that horrible dark wood with impossible black water and merely hints of occasional distant daylight as the air became thick with dark butterflies. Nature really does not care for cities. Swarms or flocks or herds are not things we can see now without surprise. It was with once with wonder but now it is relief, surprise and I expect with worry too as the view is compromised by knowledge that so much has changed. The power of nature is close to the power of humanity in scale of impressions. Landslide and regeneration versus giant mining complex and child of giant mine with road and rail and tourism.

Gulls and Grizzlies

Bird Island (Pabbay, Northern Isles), that was where I sat and painted this seashore (Hebridean Shore). Not a person lives here full time and the gulls twirl in and out of the higher cliff ledges in windswept heaven, combining grace and the elements. Things here are made possible and wondrous and not dismissed as natural and available to own regardless. I suppose a parents confident arm around your shoulder about the future is of more nuture than a crashing sea journey with no return so civilization will merit it’s call. Today however to argue for adventure is to forfeit a position in a community where people find even riding a bike a bit offish for a grown up. The butterflies are not so numerous and nature calling wild and scary is rare as wonder instead as worry of disease or disorder.

The path here has made real adventure seem to exist only on television. Here they do not accept risk as part of a challenge but need instead three square meals and queueing and discrete rank. Wilderness is to have a ticket and mountain rescue team who are flawlessly integrated in the police, campsites closing despite movies and serials with adventure activities. The truly adventurous are blamed as fools and the version played from the carpark has the professionals and stars comfortably trained and up to date. Just now Han Solo is playing Grizzly Adams who was a young old man and not an old old man one from my memory of reading the book “Call of the Wild”. Even filming this dated famous adventure is too important to gamble on an unknown star.

Perhaps the real problem is that it is not time for me to watch the film. I do not find the adventurous to be the ones who are applauded but scolded. The TV is not showing the truth. It is just a bad week or month in fact as time stretches it is not bad but something else. Instead there are other things to do than be upset that my perception that my own set are uninterested and rejective of me. I have always know the town and the country are the same people just different places.

Perhaps the birds are scolded, insensitive. They can and do fly. The cry is close, plaintif, often indifferent. Nature is within all cracks and every breeze and we are spoiled that ignorance does not lead to harm.