They had nothing to do with each other. Not really. Nothing in the way of communication passed between them, although one, it could be argued, was a regular guest of the other. Not by way of invitation; but more in the way of a gatecrasher. Although to use the word gatecrasher might seem to implyContinue reading “Rebuff”
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Nasty Beets
A zillion jumping beetles, with some flair, play dodgems, and they do not care, `bout who did plant such seeds that grew. That grew and grew `til leaves anew tiered up and out as if they could be stands held out – as if they should be hosts to louts that leap about,Continue reading “Nasty Beets”
#LifeDrawingLive
Spent a happy few hours colouring in this drawing, inspired by Sunday evening`s #LifeDrawingLive – the BBC art show presented by Joe Lycett. I never got the attraction of colouring books, in which the consumer takes pleasure out of colouring in drawings and patterns produced by someone else. But adding the colour to my ownContinue reading “#LifeDrawingLive”
Jumping Flea Beetles
So much for a lie-in. I`m wide awake at 6.40am, unable to return to my slumbers for fear of the multitudes of little menaces that might, during the night, have taken advantage of my absence to get stuck in. I can see them now, tucking into their third or fourth breakfast of the most tastyContinue reading “Jumping Flea Beetles”
Swan Takes A Stand
Is it me, or does this swan look more like a coat peg than it looks like itself? Okay, so it is just me who sees this!
Territorial
Fearless, oblivious, free from awareness of the gaze of the camera lens, it checks out it`s territory for intruders that matter. Copyright of text and photograph owned by Jay Cool, 6th September, 2021 Please read, enjoy and review further posts by Jay Cool: Mutation Microspread
A Nodding Acquaintance
He nods. She nods back, unsure. Does he know her? Does she know him? He looks familiar, doesn`t he? Still, she`s not sure. Still, she would feel better, more certain, if only, he had left her with – before he passed on by – sure, if only he had left her with the surety ofContinue reading “A Nodding Acquaintance”
Watery Stockpot
Lost in the post. Stockpiled. Flavourless. Stock. Water. Without substance. Stockless. Less. Lost. Nothing. Hungry families. By Jay Cool, September 2020
‘Some End’ – Silly-Savvy Art
Stood in my art studio (ramshackle summerhouse): listened to the rain falling onto the roofing felt; hoped the wind wouldn’t be too harsh on my loose-perspex window panes. Lamented the sunshine. Not the best day for hanging out my laundry. Felt glum. Took up abstract art. Here it is – the perfect representation of myContinue reading “‘Some End’ – Silly-Savvy Art”
Storm Diary 10 – Business
Storm Diary 10 – Business Sunday 15th March 2020 British. Business as usual. I check to see whether Non-Sick Sprog’s football match is still on. It is. We’re British, so why wouldn’t it be? Does a kids’ footy match count as a petri dish? Probably not. Lots of shouting and running around in the openContinue reading “Storm Diary 10 – Business”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 