this is ours the canvas that fills with cumuli where delicate cirrus decorates our moon where Sun drags its heat from dawn to dusk the venue of Venus, the field for Mars where Saturn plays perpetual hula hoop dance floor of Jupiter and its spinning jewels backdrop for all our stars this is our space you build in concreting our view damping our days darkening our nights boxing the light constricting our breath into narrow alleyways you, who have enclosed our commons now prepare to steal our sky
n.b. Time to draw a line to protect our light. Walls are being built on river banks and coasts for the few who are buying up our common views, breathing space and sense of space.
Norwich is being slowly smothered by these concrete and glass blocks. The Wensum is being enclosed.
Watching the buildingfoundations being sunk is fascinating until you realise how deep the piles go and then the horror takesover; the sky is being taken from us.
enjoying the green space by the cathedral spire pricking the blue autumn sky stopping me, now a local, to ask would you take some pictures please first alone, then with my friend landscape then portrait mobile then iPad we're going home tomorrow to the other city of wool the one of the hanging sheep
toes freed, feet tickled by low-tide's sandy ribs every single little breaking wave a charge fired through shocked ankle bones sparking skin, heart, eyes whipping North Sea air from my lungs More waves! More waves! More waves! more Yesterdays