One end of the line!
This is a phone that features in a photo my dad at work in a telephone exchange in the 1950s.It was liberated when it became really obsolete and now sits in my Mums office at home. Its one of those things that has been around in all of their houses, I played with it as a kid and so did my sons.
The end of the line. Here is translation (with help of Translator-program) of the poem I wrote as a teen:
And by girl to run at the park,
Rolling the hoop between white statues,
To yet not know sullen Parcae,
Not to perceive itself with cursed.
I hope it understandable that its about faith, end, being blind to reality. And 3 statues kinda like Parcaes(roman) holding the tread of life.
End of the line – where is it?
ink – october 30
ouch, a zombie surgeon who removes the brain ever so delicately…
Oh No! Its ‘flu jab time again – Ink and coloured pencils in a Watercolour Moleskine
A quick entry for this month’s challenge. Just back from the health centre for my ‘flu jab. Couldn’t understand why the place was full of miserable-looking people, after all, In Scotland, the jab is FREE! I know now! They must have known something I didn’t. I feel as if my arm is twice its normal size and to crown it all, the nurse says I have to return, in a month, for another jab to protect me against swine flu despite my protestations that I’ve been building up my immunity by eating lots of bacon sandwiches.
This is my entry for bleak, I am not sure if its bleak enough!
Its an old coast guard post at Dungeness on the south coast of England.This area has a lot of old railway carriages that have been turned into homes they all lie in the shadow of dungeness nuclear power station on a massive area of shingle [the largest shingle habitat in the world] it is a weird but fascinating place the wind rips across the exposed landscape and the waves make a fantastic noise as they roll the stones back and forth and its one of those places that seems to have a “big sky” that Artists talk about.
Take a look at it on the web.
Film producer Derek Jarman lived here before his death and had a garden amongst the shingle that was well known.
A site well known for its bird life and sea fishing.The sea is just beyond the shingle ridge behind the buildings.
Watercolor and fountain pen in a Moleskine Watercolor Journal. The fountain pen was almost out of ink, so I diluted it. This caused the ink to fade as I drew the tips of the branches.
Hello everyone.From Tokyo,Japan.
This is the first post for me to theme challenge.
Bleak. ink, inktense.
Out Back
Watercolor crayons, watercolor pencil, ink and water brushes
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