

Anything, Everything


In the meantime, all we can do (all we are allowed to do) is take in what is around us immediately. We often spend so much time thinking of somewhere else, that we miss what’s in front and around now. There’s still so much you or I haven’t seen yet of our immediate surroundings and what they have to offer.



Soon, we’ll be able to explore further afield again. I hope to appreciate more what lies elsewhere, to take in the moment while I’m there.

Now that the weather is brightening up, with a few exceptions, more and more life is starting to emerge. If this isn’t something to look forward to, I dont know what is. Sometimes just to exist and observe is all you need.

Nature can be a tremendous inspiration, and there’s few things more cosy than drawing from nature for creative endeavours, and being proud of what you’ve achieved. Whether its a landscape painting of a mountain range or a arrangement of flowers you yourself have made, surround yourself with what you can make, and what makes you proud of your capabilities.


Today it feels like we’re coming out of the darkness that was winter. It’s warmer, clearer and brighter. Finally, we’re seeing signs of Spring.


Over the last few weeks of doing this, I’ve noticed a change in myself. Of course, we all want to get out and see the world again. I’m planning my trip to climb Scafell as soon as. But, since making the effort to take a new picture every day of something I find beautiful, I’m noticing that I’m noticing. A small flower, the way a leaf catches the light. They all small things, but sometimes you catch yourself thinking about it. If no one else finds it beautiful, who’s really at a loss there?

We can at last see a pathway out of this situation, and soon we’ll be able to stretch our legs out elsewhere. I count myself lucky for living so close to the Wrekin, because when you’re on top of it, or any other peak, it does away with those walls that build up in your mind as a result of shutting in.





It’s my week off, and mentally I need it. It’s also strange to wake up when the sun is already up. The sky looked so much like a pastel piece this morning, and I think we ought to appreciate more when the sky looks like this. It never looks the same, the sky is always changing and it never uniform.
On my running days, I usually run the same path from my apartment building, and double back. I know it like the back of my hand now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find new things. I passed a tree, so dense with these things growing, beautiful in such an unusual way.
