from the Meadows

I set myself a target, during November, of publishing a photo on blipFoto for every day. Blipping is a discipline – the website only allows you one photo per day. It does allow you, though, if you don’t have the opportunity to sit at the computer to upload the photo the day it is taken, to do so on a subsequent day – this procedure is known as back blipping. But the photo has to be taken on the designated day – the website checks.

I don’t know why I set myself up for these things. I guess that November is the month for challenges – Movember, NaNoWriMo, and others. I thought that I could do it. And I did – but it was far more difficult than I’d anticipated.

I don’t think that there’s a way of viewing the result as a set, but you can start here, and view the photos (if you click on the screen towards the right of each photo, it takes you to the next one in the series), should you wish to. And there were days on which I managed a reasonable outtake. I quite like this view from the Meadows (in Edinburgh) of Salisbury Crags (on the left), and Arthur’s Seat, an extinct volcano which broods over Edinburgh, and forms part of Holyrood Park, which belongs to the Queen:

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went to see the Bond film with son yesterday / reluctantly, to be honest – son wanted to see it in the cinema / actually, I enjoyed it / the usual escapism / and some unpleasant violence / but serious questions, too, along the way …

and thinking back to something I picked up on a children’s TV programme, when we were doing showTime / they were trying to explain why people enjoy roller coasters (I can’t stand them) / and saying that, because your brain thinks that you are going to be killed, or seriously injured, your body gives you a reward when, unexpectedly, you survive unscathed / which I felt that I could apply to the stressful experience of being on stage / but, of course, it doesn’t work so well when you have to endure long term (perhaps low level) stress, which seems never to find a resolution …

showTime

Musical Youth and enCore have been putting on their annual concert / including a medley of songs from Cabaret, the wartime classic A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square, some well-known Bond themes, and a medley of songs associated with New York. Every year, there is at least one song which I discover at this concert, and which becomes a favourite – this year, I reckon that Empire State of Mind takes that prize …

and Musical Youth received an award / for their impact on the local community / well deserved …

I’m feeling drained / it seems to have been an even bigger effort than usual / learning words, melodies, movements / but it’s, as ever, been a wonderful experience / putting on a show with such a great bunch of people …

mystery

a snow covered hill, which (unhelpfully) I have so far failed to identify …

years ago, I was a teenager / just before heading off to university, I attended a large, Christian youth gathering / these were the days when people were saying that you should be filled with the Holy Spirit, to experience genuine Christian joy / my evangelical upbringing had focused on bible reading, and singing choruses / and when I encountered a group who were willing to lay hands upon me, and pray, I was keen / when nothing happened, they suggested that I needed to confess my sins, which I did, publicly / but nothing seemed to avail, and I left, disappointed …

later that evening, I met a leader, whom I knew / when I told him what had happened, he reminded me, gently, of a verse in Paul’s letter to the Romans about it being enough simply to believe (and there’s a bit about proclaiming, I think) / the relief was overwhelming / and my emotion was, indeed, joy, in place of despair …

some years later, one of the Scottish broadsheets decided to print a page, with photos, of all of the registered sex offenders in the country / I was shocked to see this leader’s face amongst them …

a number of reasons why I’ve written this story to-day / and I’m not daring to draw any conclusions / except to say that this person was unfailingly kind (and never inappropriate) towards me / I owe him a real debt, in terms of his support …