Anything, Everything
Today I went for a walk in my local park, and for a little while, things felt normal. It’s rare I see so many people on a Sunday. The crocuses, it seems, have invaded and are everywhere. I feel like I’m seeing them more this year than ever, but it might also be just me paying more attention.
Next time you’re out walking, whether it be to go to the shop, walking the dog or your daily exercise, make an effort to notice things. Any spots of colour you’ve never paid attention to, a flower in a cluster of trees, berries. Crocuses emerging from a patch of grass in a business park. The colour of the sky.
Yesterday was one of those days where I just wanted to go to bed and wait for the day to improve or be done. I realised that I rely on my phone a hell of a lot; communication, photos, Duolingo, tracking exersize, music in the morning. I didn’t realize this until I had mere hours without it due to a fault, but it’s funny isn’t it? We love these little things for all the space they save and all the things they can carry… until we can’t access them because the phone just refuses to work.
Anyway, here is a nice photo of cloudy blue sky. Because just because its always there, doesn’t mean it isn’t wondrous.
There’s little that a good walk can cure, particularly amongst the trees. There’s no bustle, no pressure to be anywhere. Just you, your thoughts and the birds chirping away in the trees.
Do you ever wonder whether you’re the only one in a mile radius who is in complete awe of something spectacular happening?
I love drawing animals, or painting them as its usually the case. I think they’re not only fascinating to study, they also very relaxing. The more complex, the better. Birds are my favourite, and I didn’t discover painting birds until the beginning of lockdown when I painted some for a local care home. I think they’re ideal for any skill, and it opens up an area of study you may not have realised could be fascinating, if only to examine how intricate their patterns are.
The sky is at its most beautiful in the early morning, in my opinion anyway. The sky is the one thing not in our control, the one things we can’t built upon or manipulate. And it shows how wonderous things can be when left under their own steam. These photos were taken 30 minutes apart, and what a difference!
Winter can be a dull, drab time. Everything is grey or brown or just a bit icky (when there’s no snow about, in which event everything is glorious). But often thats when the odd splash of colour, usually going unnoticed, might suddenly pop out at you in the shape of leaves, flowers, little red berries.
The Wrekin is a bit of a treat this time of year, I think. Vivid colours, snowdrops… Even when there’s no leaves on the trees, there’s still a haunting beauty about them.
I love creepy, and many associate fog, or mist, with creepy. So called films, of course, but I also think of Silent Hill (I only ever played the original PS1 game as a kid, scarred me for a while). I think creepy can still be very beautiful though, in an eerie, unsettling way. Silhoettes, ominous glows where the sun should be clearly visible… figures emerging from nowhere…
Paint a Mental Picture 