We see what the time after

the summer enchanted brings ... the season of harvest festival and preserving the fruits ... the find in life quandaries... the find in style would be good. The distressed look in colours faded is a style ... that would be easy to do ...,

... seeing that is the remnants of a life left ... to find it in the reduce is ever so slowly given me a peak, a glimpse in seek ... 

The clothes a daughter is getting to see ... the notice I do not wear the set of clothes away to home until more recent times ... 

Photos from within ...

the progress made to progress in need ... The flurry of finding s style after living in rags ...The attempts of how we change anyway over time. I an shaving down much in dress, accessories, linens which is only a touch of that within a home.

 

The before, after, during, an amazing picture of life in with a hoard at my despair in my life entwining away into another. 

The families who are in the crablike way of walk in homes. Each indeed unique into as why ... ? 

The way I operate in this transition. And how do you keep track of things is so forgotten. The see is different to the other who sees. Or not ...

The wardrobe that wasn't, then again appearing in light of day. The ideas from the early days of struggles that did not happen cos of much that came by my way ... 

... to now going ... going ... gone ... 

The move in forward ...

in each spectrum of change .... The anger and mumbles. The chuckles. The much never said. The things not and never comprehended. The conflicts. The ideas. The strength to pursue. The piss take in our dilemmas. The forgiveness. The shock. The gone. 

The paramount in the work environments to this day. The suspensions. The dismissals. The health and safety. 

The analogies. The last one standing. 

The temperament change. The ideas fleeting. The tastefulness back in the home from the cooking to the decor. The letting go of the ideas that just did not materialise. 

A blank canvas

in a new home of our child ... a holiday holiday and a surprise one August day before the Bon voyage. I was in this home when she came in jangling her car key. The only way she could have driven her reserved car off the garage forecourt was to have passed her test. This the way of how our one cobbled up life is in the now. I knew about the car. The test was left as a surprise. 

We never thought I would be in the area she now resides in, at this test pass time. It was a special moment indeed.  I was able to be driven the day she qualified to drive a vehicle. We celebrated in our first trip to Nantwich. We had a spectacular Indian meal out, by the chance in find, that same evening. 

Indeed special, special moments. A day not forgotten in the experience of life in movement usual again ...  after such different times to the norm ... 

An enchanting summer in a span of our summer birthday months once in time ... A time elsewhere catching up in experiences with the current. The feel of summer in climes new and much for the first time since we were encased within reduction in life rhythms... The senses bursting in cuisine, beverages, in environments of coffee shops chains and one off tea rooms. The cultural journey from A-B. The food of many cultures ... the most delicious risotto. The converse in basic Spanish while our daughter was there. 

The experiences shared on the time when they were home. The walks by water in canals, lakes, ponds, rivers and streams. The shopping for a new home. The walks in a new town. The road trips after the pass. The ability to go beyond the county. The bottle kilns, architecture, factories. A few cinema trips. The spruce up of a home. So much encapsulated in the magical balmy summer days again .. It may not have been in the south or south west of England of old. The very new in an area only once fleetingly passed in other summer months past ... in holidays and trips this way. 

Me and my tablet in the drive by on a road trip