Tin cans on posts. I don't know quite what they're for either. But we're on the allotments again, so a different logic applies. A therapeutic fire in an incinerator. Some sheds. A lavender bush in the foreground. Corrugated iron sheets. And the thing in the middle that looks like a giant quiff, is in fact a large tuft of fine grass. Today the conversations were sombre, but everyone needed to have them. The common outcome was that all we have is now. So get on, do stuff - and live your life. For me that meant sketching - even at dusk. Tomorrow is another day. Potatoes may be planted. Who knows? I guess I'll be up at the construction site again. |