Sakura Breeze

I am just about to watch this before I go to sleep. I don't know what it is, just typed in [br train 1977] into YouTube and see what results returned.

I do this often. If it isn't trains, it's cars or some other marker of a bygone era. It isn't that i'm an anorak. The specifications of the machinery and engines are not what i'm looking for.. but rather the emotional content of travel, of places, of the past. And yes it is accompanied by sadness and melancholy.

All the time I look back. Never have I looked forward. Given the chance, I would look forward, and I would look away from here, away from this country. But that has never been am option. Yet I would like it to be.

Those photos. She looks so lost in photo 26. Yes I guess professional photographers know how to use light and space to create a sense remoteness and isolation from surroundings.. but still..

But I see I have already said beans. So I don't know what else to say.

I'll just squeak instead.

squeak.

There. I squeaked.

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Ok I say something.

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But then I deleted what I say.

eastimdeimingdiedmisspress

so i'm watching things like this. Great vid. Bristol again funnily. But the 80's music doesn't suit the cars. The music would fit better for mid 80's Yuppie Porsche Carrera, or 944, M25 rat run.

still don't get zebra

panda

Got fond memories of my time in Bristol. Love that city.

I do? Well yes I did when I was about 4 years old.

Try running by the shadow of moonlight.. the penduluum motion of shoulders and arms reminds me of a nodding donkey. you know, one of those rusting land based oil drills that litter the American south. That's what it looks like.

and westwood sakura?

I took these this afternoon after my run. I also played solo-tennIs for a bit.

The ground was hard with the sub zero temperatures. This made the ball bounce very high.

There was some snow for a few days in October. The snow returned yesterday. I prefer snow rather than rain. Went out to hit some balls outside the council works depot at 4AM this morning.

So, I did a little 3 mile run, half an hour of snowtennis only, and then 2 miles to the shops later this morning. I should have realised that there would be people at the depot so early, preparing the vehicles used for gritting the road. The man must have thought I was mad. But he was nice about it and said to me just continue to play on because he didnt think I was disturbing anyone. That was good of him.

Playing tennis in snow is interesting. Firstly I was wearing gloves. Secondly the ball gets packed with snow and becomes very firm like a stone. Thirdly, the ball doesnt tend to bounce when it hits the ground, just stops, and lastly, it's easy to lose a tennis ball in the snow, especially when it is still dark with just street lighting for illumination. I lost a ball.