The difference

in a look ...

The start at the fundamental basis of life before branching out in the wider scope of comfort in doing uncomfortable  .. the achieve in tiny parts of the core of life 

.. Experimenting in ...

... image in evolve ... 

two Cornish places one day in September... with the perpetually different in tech ...

.... This over a few weeks in the time of a death day ... a birthday ... a anniversary... a wedding anniversary ... a family reunion ... in the inner core and sanctum of the core family ... 

In the wider family another addition of yet the next generation on ... This spanning my world back into life a small piece in step... 

A little gizmo

of a mobile photo lens attachment to experiment with... it came my way via kin who tries the new tech available 

These times I tend to use what I have. The want of waste that is in normal life to the life encased behind certain doors It will be interesting to see whether I include it in this simplified life I am heading towards ...? 

The hub

of communications in change ... the transition of post crisis learnings of devices all new to me at that time. since  a sister introduced me to occupy me away from the suffering of that dismal time in limbo.

The continual keeping up to speed or not. on change and the advancement in the tech available to us 

the sense of humour

in life style alter 

a card from a summer birthday .... 

... from a sister to a sister 

our in jokes ...

 ... from a early summer of many miles walked together in the countryside of Cornwall.

The style in theme

...a continuation of a bank holiday weekend last into this ... the slow snail pace in removal, the philosophy of now, what I do not use in different ways of how it makes one feels.The constraints in all those sayings ring true. 

I have cleared a path through the invisible to anyone but me 

The rest in plenty ... a forthcoming trip for more medical assistance 

The hope I make it through to Monday ... 

In the meantime in occupy of flinging in the bin, recycle or charity trolley... 

It is an almighty task ... the space so squeezed from that valentine day in ruthless clear. 

The pull out of much in the batter of life left ... And getting to reach in where time was left standing 

It is eerie ... 

... One is constantly catapulted back in time ...  

The style in text, type, rules, regs, bags, products, fashions, toys, is not even the start 

This the fascination too in this, of those that did assist ... 

A museum of time ...