You ain't going nowhere

 

I haven't really been very far in the last few days which meant I wasn't able to make much out of the more settled weather after the severe storms of the last week which on Sunday and Monday were genuinely frightening.

Trees were swaying and indeed in the woods a number of branches did fall and fairly substantial ones at that littering the trails with quite noticeable flooding too for good measure.

Thus I was reading things like this fortnights Match Of The Day magazine, the beano and playing indoors for most of the time.

So it was really disappointing to wake up just before four in the morning, then experience a most agonizing, horrendous pain in left calf muscle as it was "twanged", gritting your teeth as you felt like screaming and improvising at speed compression over it trying to get into a halfway comfortable position in bed.

When I eventually got up, it was a struggle to get dressed as I found the tightest most supporting pair of turn over top socks to wear before having several attempts to get upright and hobble in agony to the bathroom.

Then I found the stairs were too step to walk on without putting too much pressure on that calf so I ended up going down the stairs clutching my plushie in my grey three inch inside leg shorts feeling very little to get some brekkie sorted.

That was the point I realized I would need to keep movement to the minimum as getting about on your bottom is slow and literally a pain in the rear.

I'm feeling a bit better with it but I'll need to give it time to fully recover. 

Comic relaxing

 

We're nearing the end of February and you might just wonder why I'm featuring an annual, something we'd associate with Christmas and one reason would be I've haven't been feeling that great  so something like that cheers me up.

The other reason is some people may not of realized beyond the D C Thompson titles, there is a traditional more eight, nine plus comic annual that's not more like  Young Adult graphic novel but still pitched to a younger crowd.

Drawn by a team of young artists who see the value of the traditions this is great laugh a minute read updated for the modern age.

It's been a pretty wet week over all but I was out in Dufflecoat and traditional short length short trousers exploring around when I spotted these berries just starting to come out and a few insects flying about.

Three hundredth post

 Surprisingly this marks the three hundredth post on this blog that had some older posts around photography restored to it after being started just before I joined Tumblr originally because they kind of connected to what the remainder of it was all about.

Photography as a medium lends itself well to the capturing of moments and memories and some of these may be of those points in our pasts we recall well, of people and places that may no longer be the same or even around.

To even look at pictures of others pasts in the same era often is to unleash vivid and most powerful memories  and a homage to past days and memories is in part really what this blog is all about.

The past for some of us is in the present as we follow similar interests and where we can relive our best moments caught in the moment playing and exploring in a carefree way as we we leave the parts of the world of the adult to one side having discharged any responsibilities and obligations to it.

It doesn't matter exactly where it comes from or what name you give to it in the end, it's that a new-old more child-like headspace helps to restore what you loved about your life back then and that in truth no one needs to jettison for the advancement of your birthdate.

You may of felt lost trying to find your way along the track but you can find your way back and in these days when covid has left many of us feeling weary, it's what we need. 

Symbolism

 

This post isn't about Jefferson Starship formed from the legendary Airplane of the nineteen-sixties as much as I followed that bands evolution.

No, it's really about visual imagery, which makes for a great cover photograph.

What we have is this young boy who is a Scout chasing that object eyes trained upon it as he tries to capture it. He's running with and for that freedom being who he is.

He's neither daunted by the challenge of gaining it nor by the consequences, the need to handle that well to make the most of what it has to offer. 

That's why I've always loved it