Sycamore

Set myself a few small goals today, one being to fill in the gaps in my journal from August 17th and up to date, and another being to get myself out into the garden and take a blip with a grown-up camera. I managed the first task, but the second was not so simple; not only was it perishingly cold and windy out there, but there was nothing at all in flower or picturesquely dead to take a shot of. I settled for a couple of brightly-coloured sycamore seeds, but had overlooked the influence of Africa. Oh yes, I haven't mentioned the fuzzy patch in my right eye which is just the shape of that continent, and is always there though the colour changes daily - today it is deep maroon, but has been all the colours of the rainbow, sometimes with a contrasting rim, sometimes pale pastel or dark and dense like a thundercloud, but always the shape of Africa, except for a memorably bad day when it became a large spiky blue Australia. This has been present since the day of the op, August 18th, and at first I was aware of it constantly, but my brain seems to be compensating and blocks it out unless I cover the other eye. Looking through the camera eyepiece meant doing that, and Africa completely filled the viewfinder and I had no idea what I was focussing on. The resulting shot was woefully blurred, so I decided to use the colours in it instead to try to make something arty as well as fuzzy. At least there's no damned Africa in there.