Instead of a paunch
And in lieu of this tummy bubble (am i pregnant?!)
I’ve got this
Which is much better.
You could rest your head on it.
Meditate on metta.
Archive for July, 2008
Skimmer
Posted in "Moments", Places with tags Dorset, Kimmeridge on July 29, 2008 by thecatcanwait
On Kimmeridge beach. At sunset. Just about to.
Skim.
Loads of lovely flat pebbles to bounce and glide
across the cool calm sea.
For miles and miles.
I’m a great skimmer.
No, really – i am.
Exuberant peace
Posted in "Moments", Places with tags Ducks, River Frome on July 28, 2008 by thecatcanwait
Messing about
splashing about
or gliding about
the river Frome
on a warm
watery summer evening
to be happy
enough.
Boating up the river Frome
Posted in "Moments", Animals, Places with tags Frome river, Poole, Wareham on July 27, 2008 by thecatcanwaitPutt-putting up from Wareham towards Poole harbour.
On a balmy Sunday Summer evening. In little float boat “Pequod”
Peaceful peaceful. A “Thich Nhat Hahn Moment” (as Georg said)
The giving and receiving of “metta” to and from contented people on boats passing by.
The swanning of the swans. Graceful.
Yes graceful.
(Even when arrows are pointing up their bottoms)
Life don’t get much better.
Than this.
Gang of Girlies
Posted in Animals with tags Cows on July 26, 2008 by thecatcanwaitA little cow family
Mother is coming to have a look
Wondering about me, wary
Curious what I’m up to
I’m not up to anything Ma. Don’t worry.
Just taking pictures.
Of you pretty girls.
Lamb Pie Day
Posted in People, Places with tags Buckfastleigh on July 19, 2008 by thecatcanwaitBuckfucklleigh doesn’t have a summer festival or carnival day.
It has Lamb Pie Day.
Which means: closing the High Street off so that the town alkies can stand around getting slowly pissed listening to crap local bands outside Searles (electric shop)
“I shot the sheriff” is the kind of thing being played. Exciting that little kid so much he wants to shoot the sheriff. Or maybe go wee on the drum kit (go on kid!)
It’s only about 9.30. Not enough beer has been boozed yet. So onlookers are as bored as the band sound.
It’s all mind numbingly dull.
They’re still at it now (11.30, and a full moon up there) booming out this stupid pointless excuse for a piss -up till well past midnight.
They’ll start playing Gary Glitter in a minute.
But what happened to those lamb pies? – is what i wanna know.
(Answer: probably don’t bother with them anymore)
Fishing in the blue
Posted in People, Places with tags Teignmouth on July 18, 2008 by thecatcanwait
Saw these guys from the evening train just outside Teignmouth.
Fishing in the sea for mackerel (probably)
On a Friday night.
Rather than watching Eastenders.
Torquay’s Balloon
Posted in Places with tags Helium Balloon, Torquay on July 16, 2008 by thecatcanwait
The new helium balloon in Torquay.
Goes 400 ft up and looms, serenely over the sea.
Only 3 of it’s kind so far in the UK.
Cost you £14 quid for a 15 minute “float about”.
From a birds eye view.
Better than a worms eye view.
Laurie
Posted in People with tags Buckfastleigh on July 15, 2008 by thecatcanwait
He sits out there virtually every day.
With his 4 pints of milk, his packet of baccy for the chain of fags he rolls (he’s got mushrooms too – eat them raw probably)
His stomach bloats with all that milk drinking.
He doesn’t like shoes on his brown dirty feet.
So he sits there: day after day, drinking the milk, smoking the fags, staring blank and vacant into the blank and vacant.
Depressed and lonely.
I always say hello. He always says hello.
He’s trying to smile. For the camera.
Like a good boy.
Deckchairs all alone
Posted in Places with tags Teignmouth on July 12, 2008 by thecatcanwait
A blowy rainy day in Teignmouth.
Distressed deckchairs. All forlorn. Bereft.
Of sitters. And watchers. And talkers. Of warm bums and dozy heads.
Doesn’t feel like it’s even started yet. Summer.
Come on you Sun!
Start smiling.
I wanna get me shorts and flip-flops on.
