Bank holiday escape..

Driving through empty...

yoga revisited..

Mother's ruin.. ( it's only money)

The boundaries of ruin..

"...Let them criticise who they think you are"

Too sugared at the social club..

 A wild crackled loon. Un-mended. She speaks not-lines; un-divulged. Forces, swallowed by the nether. Rough sounds doing the play.   MB

Artist: Amanda Shelsher

Good bye ms Foot...Winding roads and parapets.

The waves of surface and rise. She steals above the margins. Tides unknown. Lapping with the mass, rhythmic and steady. These are the bluff days.Tuned out of range.Seized and heavy.The locks crumble with the wait. Endurance MB

Anger and fume+ bye bye patrizia.