Camping and the Outdoors

ok, so it sounds quite depressed and moany. yes, it sounds down. wait for it, wait for it…. when life happens, the changes are always there. Nothing changing is just another word for life. How can nothing have changed?

If I go just into my thoughts, there are changes. I feel oddly out of time this morning. That aside, my feelings are similar when I am confronted with life and its shenanigans. Yesterday I gave birth. Yes, I gave birth to a gosling. I helped it out of its shell, and later, when it was being attacked by red ants in the nest, I transferred it to the pondside where the mother goose was swimming with the on-time babies. A whole raft of emotions, feelings, depressions and ecstasies. Damn.

Nothing changes. Ok. Perhaps. Why do I rebel against wanting to have a robot as a partner/lover/wife? Sameness. Agreement. Suppliance. Obedience. Come on. One of us humans made the comment that married life becomes predictable after a while, so why start with the predictability? Bring on the rollercoaster of change and unstable change at that. I have yet to perceive a relationship that is not unstable, difficult, rocky, fraught and hurtful at some stage.

Bring on the outdoors, you say. This blog is about the outdoors, the grass, the trees. Alrighty then, let me bring it on.

After winning a 50km race 2 weeks ago, I found that I had created knee pain. 2 weeks on its almost healed but still worrisome. In the meantime I have purchased a magnificent machine, a full carbon monocoque French-made racing bike with new components and glorious handling. Its like….. ummmm, think of……. ummmmmm (innuendo, dammit!)

and on the test ride the knee was really sore, after a week’s rest, so I have a little bit of depression about that.

Anyway, there are so many pictures from the last few months. I’ll put them in. There are some cool outdoors ones too! Heheheheheh.

Happy stagnating! In fact, I challenge you to stagnate. Try to convince me that you have stagnated. Only death can be true stagnation, stillness. And there’s the stagnation point in aerodynamics… Bring it on!!!

Idyll.

Stormy sky.

A god of morning leans out and shares beign with me (thanks, D.H. Lawrence)

My morning scented rainbow

Gosling half out…

hey little goose, mom’s over there!

There she is, with brothers and sisters.

Happy happy garden sunshiny place

Graffiti at the Bohemian. Cool!

A cat called Life. A wonderful little oft-purring companion.

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