365 Tiny Tales Day 21 Glendalough He assumed the Perth suburb would have some vague affinity with its Irish County Wicklow namesake but it was full of car showrooms and americanised retail parks. Still, it was the place to come for a new kitchen so there was that. And burgers. #365tinytales #vss

365 Tiny Tales Day 20 WA Summer Watch I spot him, his shaved, peached head bobbing up and down in the snake riddled roadside bush above Jindee Beach, with no reason to be there but personal business, whether that be nature calling or some specific death wish. #365tinytales WA SUMMER WATCH

365 Tiny Tales Day 19 Don't Judge Me I've locked myself in the bathroom. The four kids are looping on an argument about screen time. It takes them forty-five minutes to realise I've been here too long for a bath. They start to scream MUM one by one. It culminates in a bellow from my eldest son.

365 Tiny Tales Day 19 Before Dont look behind the screens that promise you an ideal life: walks to pristine beaches, shady tree-lined streets. This is what your village looked last year: dust, scrub and bush, riddled with snakes who crave this searing sun tp warm their cold blood. #tinytales #vss

365 Tiny Tales Day 18 Bigger Everything is bigger in Australia: the snakes, the bats, the spiders, magpies that swoop down to try and kill you, dragon flies the size of Tonka toys, the unrestrained egos of its cricket players. #365tinytales #vss

365 Tiny Tales Day 17 Oblivious Brief Encounter He loved giving his daughter her first fishing lesson at Eden Beach a week after arriving in Western Australia, blissfully unaware of the brown western snake inching gently by. #365tinytales #vss

365 Tiny Tales Day 16 Alkimos Crow Even the crows sound Australian; a simple morning caw, full of mocking scorn, reserved for ashes banter; the spirit of Shane Warne alive and well here in Western Australia. #365tinytales #vss

365 Tiny Tales Yesterday's News I see a message on messenger from my brother the moment I sit down on a nice warm toilet seat for my first pee of the day, a pleasure marred only by a tsunami warning after an earthquake in South West Japan. I google it. No one was hurt. The warning was dropped

365 Tiny Tales Lawson He buys curry bread from Lawson, his go to convenience store in Arashiyama. Think jam donut with curry, not jam. Think an unthinkable spike in his blood sugar. Think about the fucks he doesn't give when carbs taste this good. #365tinytales ##blueskystories #vss

365 Tiny Tales Day 13 Shinkanzen window There's snow on the ground south of Nagoya. He thinks of the snow back home, how he's in no rush to go back. But he will soon start to miss his cats. Now, He feels time stretch away in front of him, like the railway tracks to Kyoto. #365tinytales #vss

Day 12 Tokyo Sunday He stops running to watch a little league baseball game on a thread-bare sports field on the fringes of Adatchi City. Number 22, about the same modest height he was at his age, strikes a good pitch perfectly, and runs towards first base. #365tinytales

365 Tiny Tales Day 11 Second Hand Tokyo He entered the smoking room in Asakusa, inhaled the putrid emissions of the four men filling it with fumes and then went back out into the bright blue air, realising he wasn't missing it half as much as he thought he was. #365tinytales

Day 10 Pill Fatigue He's so tired of forgetting if he's already popped his four daily pills. She buys him a special box so he can keep track but using it reminds him how much he needs such things these days, so he won't, not that he's stubborn or anything. #365tinytales #vss #blueskystories

365 Tiny Tales Tokyo Blues He watches a red kite circling blue sky above Sumida River, like he does above Leeds. He's not homesick, but reminded that distance is sometimes an illusion. Familar raptors follow him, watching, content and smug in their artful yet ordinary symbolism. #365tinytales #Vss

Run She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS

Run She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS

365 Tiny Tales Winter in Chuo Ward He longs for snow to come in the cold and late small hours. He wants to watch Dontonbori's neon mania play out above the untrodden black light of Shisaibashi Street before tomorrow's Instawarriors come and turn it all to grey slush. #365tinytales #blueskystories

365 Tiny Tales 365 Tiny Tales Day 6 Nameless They've agreed he will call her 'love' from now on, not that he'll remember. She hates it but it beats watching him dredge his memory for 'Linda.' #365tinytales #dailyblueskystories

A wintery poem…

Day 5 Amber warning I wheel my suitcase through fresh snow, from the hotel to the airport. It's 5 am. Terminal 2 is teeming with passengers, flying from departures and to arrivals like it's the most normal thing in the world. Who the fuck are they trying to kid? #365tinytales ##blueskystories

Day 4 On the towpath 'Was that the otter?' 'No. A mink.' 'Really? I saw one here yesterday, that's all.' 'Mink. They come here for the crayfish.' 'Mink are small. It was an otter, yay big.' 'We don't get otters here.' 'Well, I got one yesterday.' 'No you didn't.' 'Yes I did.' #365tinytales

Day 3 I want to pet one I look again. They're not big dogs but tiny horses, like the one in The Handsome Family song. I start to walk over to the women walking them. Fuck. They are dogs, big fuckers. I don't want to pet them and we all know where I should've gone. #365tinytales #blueskystories

Reginald Marsh, In Fourteenth Street, 1934 https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1135174

Alexandra Exter, Theatrical Composition, c. 1925 https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1137360

Liubov Popova, Painterly Architectonic, 1917 https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1134580

José Clemente Orozco, Barricade, 1931 https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1135504

#Tankawanka Day 2 The second day My world is water every field is a new lake beautiful and sad the becks are bloating rivers roaring to the nearest sea

Day 1 #Tankawanka Day 1 New Year's Day The new year starts with floods bloated river torrrent mind have burst their banks here comes the sky with colours here comes hope with its sandbags #tankawanka

Respair Thanks to @susiedent.com he learns an old word to use time and time again, in hope he'll recover from despair himself. 2024 had been a year he'd rather forget but there is always fresh hope when one discovers old words to bring it. #365tinytales #dailyblueskystories #@susiedent.com

Dream Fiction #1 She thought about her dream involving Cher, how she was Cher, how Cher was she. How they turned back time, used autotune to correct each other's mistakes. How they strived to live in a world without heroes. How they both believed in life after love. #dailyblueskystory #365tinytales

Word of the Day is one I keep posting at the end of the year, hoping its time will come. ‘Respair’, from the 16th century, is fresh hope, and a recovery from despair. Here’s to a few drops of respair in 2025.

William Baziotes, Dwarf, 1947 https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1135097

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