As grey as a day can be

the sun can shine within

the experimentation in life change and thy past times illuminate the time where otherwise it would be lost forever in my heart 

the light radianting within 

... The Many Past Times ...

With a few good photos to play with  ...

And some good films ... today ... and all this UK BH weekend ...

And who but kept saying I needed interests ... I have always kept myself busy ... Only that in many days after a fatal time ... I did not find no interest in absolutely nothing for a long wile ... 

Photos ... Hot off the press

A Grey May Sunday in a Kentish Town England UK 

In the next parish ...

On from the village where I will nestle in eternity ... this many different variety of times in the Garden of England from the white cliffs of Dover up and down the varied colourful county, to the varied London boroughs. And a lot in between where the paternal, maternal and paternal blood lines are well rooted in ... The time in the neighbouring counties above and aside too.  ... I will temporarily be gone for time elsewhere. I will continue to visit this part of the world ... 

Our daughter and I have future times pencilled in ... 

In the burs of time

... when looking through the lens in a daze on a hazy day ... or the words fade ... or feeling the air on my skin or blown about at the top of a hill ... in the middle of a sea of concrete ... or the turquoise see in sun or a grey misty day ... I am pleased to feel once again ...

... Distraction or Ruminate ...

... this quandary in thy current situation ... a mix and moderation ... the best stride forward into a Silver week onto a scatter and into another journal of time and experience through word and image.  A visit to Cornish town in a season again of fresh sea breeze and hills to climb to get that much varied view of a county portrayed, like this Kentish  county I reside in, in much literature itself ... 

... one is back to where i strived to be ...

... The weeds in Nature ... give colour and glow ... 

... be pleased ... with what you have ... 

... the simple things ... giving pleasure ... 

... i went off track at times in coming to terms with so much that came my way ...

... this is the next phase in the muddle and chaos; whilst i strive get back on the less bitter track ...

The positive side Dad instilled in us as we grew

... I hope to get back onto the growing ... through this next phase of life adjustment ...