This is my contribution to Malin Ellisdotter Hellesø’s assignment, Decay.
You can find the whole lovely bunch of contributions here.
My contribution to Hijacked Amygdala this week, you can find here.
I’ll still be posting on Between Scarlett and Guest, and you may see my gravatar pop up as ‘likes’ but other than that, my break now begins in earnest.
Thank you to all of you for your well wishes, they are much appreciated. Really they are.
I dedicate this image and post to David Bowie.
8th January 1947 – 10th January 2016
David Bowie is referenced in Saturday Night Fever, in which his name is incorrectly pronounced Boo-ee.
Strangely enough, I was watching that movie just a few hours before finding out about his death.
John Lennon died – I felt nothing.
Elvis Presley died – I felt nothing.
David Bowie has died at 69 and I feel very sad.
Why feel sad about the death of someone I have never met?
Because as far as I’m concerned the world has lost an inspiring and prolific artist like no other.
He has left us with a brand new album, Blackstar, released on his birthday.
Addendum: The longer I look at this, the more that gap in the pavers bothers me, so I’ve re-cropped and got rid of as much as I could. Better if I’d been paying more attention when I took the shot but . . .