Laine Thompson

@marlinhoister.bsky.social

The sailor cannot see the North but knows the needle can. Full time carer for someone with LongCovid. Cancer survivor. Mostly photographs and thoughts connected to my immediate landscape in the ever decreasing circles of my life.

A surfeit of apples. Autumn days. More rain. Leaf curl and drop. Apples fallen from overhanging branches onto a back lane. None left to reach up to, grab and sink your teeth into and enjoy that almost explosive pleasure of the apples sharp-fresh-tart-sweet taste. I’ve missed that this year.

Leaving the dark hollows of the house before sunrise. Footfall. Watching rain brewing. Dream-swimming. A pause. A still point. No voices just gull cry. A morning in the shadowlands. Weary feet wandering in the darkness that hangs over us before the light brightens and the morning stutters in.

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Awake at 4am. So dark! Tilly dog still sleeping and the house silent. The morning breeze lifts the blind. Only one bird singing close by the window. No sounds in the street. A long, slow, stretch before easing out of bed and soft-padding towards the kitchen and coffee.

Disturbed a large garden spider on the door frame this morning. Tilly went snuffling looking for some extra protein (without success). Reminded me of the first encounter my little black shadow had with a spider - (which was also not successful). 🤣

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The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.