Life can be messy,
Weighed down by reality.
Rise free of the weeds!
This boat, in the harbour at Appledore in Wales, was clearly unused, and feeling the depression of abandonment. In my mind I saw the possibility that it would get its act together, rise up, and shrug off all the seaweed. Then when the tide came in, it would leave the harbour proud and defiant.
One chair, no windows.
A retreat from noise and haste,
Hidden on the hill.
We found this deserted shack nestled into the hillside on the island of St. Martins, one of the Scilly Isles. It seems like it was/is occupied, but no windows. Maybe they are hidden behind the long shutter? Maybe the occupant is a vampire, and just doesn’t like the light? We had no garlic, so didn’t investigate that closely. You never know.
