Sign of the times
Today, Friday 16th October 2020, was a decisive day in my life. I kind of believe in fate. Our path through life is filled with crossroads, choices. Some are forced on us, some we aren't even aware of but they still exist.
I was out of work for seven months, luckily, not a huge problem but, I was offered a job and took it. In many ways, easy money but, dull, frustrating and directionless so, I decided to quit.
I got a call, regarding another job, I knew I'd love and took it.
Friday morning saw several decisions and actions and was fairly traumatic but, choices and decisions made, I want for a walk.
Some of the graves in this cemetery date back to the 17th century, maybe older. I love the dead tree on the right.
Many are untended, perhaps forgotten.
Onwards, into town again.
Life has changed. Many are now wearing masks but, in some cases that necessitates eye contact and especially since so many of us are living with isolation.
That human contact is essential and in many ways, uplifting.
So, an unusual sight in the street caught my eye, my attention and made me smile.
This lovely old Austin is tiny!
The proud owner came out so, I checked he didn't mind me taking photos.
We chatted and, then there were three, four. Chatting, mingling, enjoying contact and communication, reminiscing, smiling.
When I walked on, I felt better. Is that all it took?
Whatever, my afternoon had changed.
This beautiful arial shot of Caerphilly castle adorns the wall in the public toilet 😳
The shapes and patterns in dying Hostas caught my eye.
Opening their eyes, looking, seeing and making contact seems to be difficult for so many these days, everything they need is in that little device.
Is it really?