Skywriting # 30

Autumn

And another autumnal day reminds us of the turning seasons, we change, we move, we grow older, the roses drop, the figs invite all kinds of tourists, starlings and thrushes, saying , 'eat me, eat me...'. But with autumn, the winter lives of others beckon and we know those winters will arrive and show themselves - we may feel immortal but we are not. I don't feel immortal, I feel fragile and thoughtful about others older than I. I guess because that's what we do as humans, the boy becomes the father of the father and mother, in time. 

FiftyFive ~ # 55

At 5' 6'' my little girl isn't so small but when your county mixed-doubles partner (Joe) is 6' 3" it tends to look that way. This was them yesterday after winning the U18s and the other picture is her having won the Girls U18s doubles with her mate Pardis. I am now saving up for more silver polish. In the meantime a very good friend of mine sent me this track which has the classic line: "And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget" Tom Waits is such a good writer