White Light

Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff

From where dreams are woven

Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle

Here am I, flashing no colour

Tall in this room overlooking the ocean

 

- David Bowie, Station to Station

 

It's a long time since I last saw burlesque dancer Scooter Pie, and also a long time since I dug out an image from my old point-and-shoot camera. Kind of a pleasure to revisit both. Archives can be a wonderful thing.

 

Thanks to Flickr shooter N u n o for the use of his texture regarding the dead frog and the difficulties of escaping alive thru a netted window in the processing of this shot.

 

8/365ish - Brittle. Since my stay in the hospital last month I've been hyperaware of all the many quirks and quibbles of my body, mindful I guess of warning signs for the next incident. A third of all people who suffer mini-strokes go on to have more of them, and a third ultimately have real strokes.

 

That's an overly-grim scenario, since I'm much younger and much healthier than most of the target population, and therefore most likely to be in that third that's still wandering around drinking beer. But still.

Done