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Bridges...
a place to meet, to cross, to ponder
So many,
bridges hosting a view, a chat, sms, photo...
a turning point,
flirting,
with the view,
and wishing it was you.

I ambled through west Norwich suburbs, limping with my bike, remembering my physiotherapist's words whilst shaking my hand last week, to keep my tummy in, hold my spine straight and upright, and work on the neck too.
All were practised with the help and protection of mighty oaks, as the acorns begun to fall, together with the warm crunch n' crackle underfoot.

The clearness of the local rivers had been lost on me in 2005 thus far, but this afternoon I praised it with a couple of photos, though the fish were, surprisingly, absent today. I hope it was not the fault of the blue and red shirted kids from last week. My suburb has many ingenious oddities...five nights ago three lads, or shall we call them chaps for anonymity, together with a fatherly shadow, decided that a funeral director's glorious apple tree was right for picking, and so they did strip...IT of all it's crop. The sack used was similar to a Royal Mail grey letter bag, and they filled it, at least three-quarters to the top. Furthermore, the performance was illuminated, or should that be floodlit, and screened live in a police office nearby.
All this before midnight.
Tim Pope may have written such a script himself, ...for a music video even.
"I Want to be a Tree" (1983/84??) anyone?

Well, I pace myself since returning from Germany, and the cycle 'therapy' is mostly fine, but some days I'm straining to return home, while other days I feel I can make it to the fascinatingly named, Themelthorpe curve. The friendly faces I pass each time on Marriotts Way have encouraged me greatly, unbeknown to those dear, familiar but nameless souls...and I now try to reach their own 'haunts', without ever intruding, so as to push myself that bit more. I can cycle on air, for all but a few minutes, but the feeling is my first positive sign that the physiotherapy is just beginning to work, or should that be kick-in??

(I cannot 'take it easy'
but always prefer to try a bit harder,
push a bit more,
go a bit faster and futher than before)

The foray into summer seems to have ended today, 3rd September, with dark news of New Orleans arriving before sunrise.

Nature's almighty forces can never be tamed, shaped, or avoided, but our reaction, (and more pressingly, the speed with which you respond to urgent, widescale disasters), to the catastrophic events that follow surely can.
On Boxing Day 2004 that call was answered by many millions.
But this week has seen the worst from nature followed by the worst of human lunacy, weakness, and savagery.
As I heard this morning, from an American on site, "This is a terrifying example of how a city can go from the 21st century to third world conditions within 72 hours."
These are the truest words yet spoken.

How many more reminders do we all need, that we are not just nations giving and suffering, but we're all in it together, and sooner or later it'll be our turn.

So many suffering, victims...some of crime more than katrina.
I am too ashamed to call ourselves 'animals'...though thankfully we retain enough of our world to have the survival instinct, and some human enough to show compassion when and where it counts.

I have more faith in the blogging community than I do in the world's Government's.

Sidetrack...and now I digress...

Sometimes I love my PC,
and SOMEtimes I hate it.

...how much should what I see before me, be part of my life?

What role do your blogs play in your lives buddies?
I think blogging has given something (good) back to using the internet. Don't you think so?