Somewhere

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Lottie Goodacre

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A 'Vanilla' essence? From Kingston, south facing, above the river...

OK, not made coffee yet, so I apologise for the lack of comprehension, of this post. My first note that is displayed on my pad (my phone), simply states 'This years love'. It refers to a David Gray song, that I probably hold closest to my heart. It always tugs on my heart, more so, than any other, and so rightfully deserves its place here (I am quite used to opening my heart up here, expressing feelings through a keyboard, so...) 

OK, thats enough of the soppy, lovey dovey stuff. Unfortunately this is the real world, and not everyone is perfect. My next note, reminds  me of the disbelief, anger and disgust i felt towards this 'dappy, arrogant, OLD COW'. My note continues to tell of how 'she condascendingly waved at me, exclaiming a HIYA, because I am in a wheelchair'.

I shall keep this story short, because even the memory is ghastly!

I feel now, six years following accident, that I, myself have got to terms with temporary life in a wheelchair. Most of the public, treat me as you'd expect, but she proved to me that there still a few out there who treat wheelchair users with a mindset of 50/60 years ago. Looking positively, she sticks out as an exception, meaning that most people accept wheelchairs.

My third note this week, is quite scary for me to consider.As I was going down the high street yesterday, with my hood sheltering me from the rain. The edges of the hood made me aware of my peripheral vision. Now, ever since awakening from my comatose state i was asked by various people 'what's it like?'. Unable to answer, I ignored. But now I can offer a description. Obviously I do not remember all clearly, but I know that it felt like I was in a dream/nightmare state, viewing only through peripheral vision. 

Pink, Life, Colours. Beauty, Water. Search

Don't worry, I've got my coffee now, I'm not stoned, just describing my art!

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 Somewhere - Patrick Goodacre

As I admit to masochism. The next picture shows the 'autumn/winter' weather affecting my favoured 'summer-route', back home, along the river. It helps me to realise that this year, although fairly dull, summer was an improvement! I was correctly dressed, and prepared for the weather, my favourite cafe making the trip worthwhile!

Todays miserable weather, and this blog post call for Sigur Ros