Infinitely Distracting

What is this; renovation or demolition? No-one seems to know for sure.

I don’t know why I am telling you all this, or in fact if you are still listening.

I am simply providing background, sketching in some detail, of little to no importance but distracting all the same.

I was soon to be discovered as a fraud and forthwith denied further access to higher educational facilities and instruction. (This week's image - street graffiti, Barcelona.)

Took life drawing classes and drew on life.

In the university of life I started with the things that one should not learn

Not everyone is ready to swing with the times

Let me just sit and think for a minute., find my place on the page. Oh yes, I started to tell you about my beginnings...

I look around, here and there, apparently having not yet lost my mind,

I look around me and wonder if I am losing my mind, and if so, whether or not it is feasible to find it again.

Needless to say, that was quite enough blurb for one day.

How resourceful our feelings are.

Play your hand, push out your little boat, come what may, what else can you do? (Illustration by Rockwell Kent, 1930s edition of Moby Dick)

What about the satisfaction of repairing, the joy of fixing, the meeting of challenge, the overcoming of obstacle, the flair, candour and generosity of ingenuity. All so ... infinitely distracting.

The sea quickly forgets.

Watching wakes and noting the scent of movement.

Towards the point of no return...

One does not get to go backwards and revisit done and undone things.

We contemplate great whales of cloud lazing on the horizon, impressing us immensely.