It wasn’t that I was suffering from writers block, it was partially that I couldn’t make my mind up what to write about. This morning, as I went for my 2nd walk of the week; one having been slept through, the other rained off, I looked up at the stars. Whilst frustrated by the light pollution, I had a lovely view of The great plough, Cassiopeia and Orion and Venus was very bright that I thought I could do a post about Astronomy.
But no, I decided I wasn’t ready to do one on that, so then I thought about the Story of Art, and whilst I have moved on, and am at the beginnings of Gutenberg, it’s only been a couple of days since that post, so I need to wait a bit longer for that – don’t want to bore you with it.
Then I thought about photography; now here there is a. Bit of potential; I mean I have literally thousands of pictures stored in the cloud but there is sameness about them. What frustrates me is when somebody takes a really good picture, this simple or basic in composition or colour I think “I could have taken that”. But I didn’t because I had completely missed it.
There are some other things I could have written about, but won’t as I see no point in stirring controversy. So, here you are for tonight; Much ado about… well, nothing really.