I used to like orange. I remember a time when it was my favourite colour. [Apart from black, but then the argument as to whether black is a colour or the absence of colour took their toll] I think orange slipped out of my life because I kept getting orange flavoured chocolate… it was overload. I still like orange chocolate smarties. In fact, I still like orange.
Orange might be on my mind because I may have to vote Liberal where I live, to make any dent on the Tory majority. Or I may subconsciously be pondering becoming a Buddhist monk. Or I may have seen it in my paint palette. So many possibilities.
Has anyone noticed the initials for the second half of the week are WTF?
I finished my Patreon update. Here’s the video. Feel free to support. There is not much orange there… yet
I am making ambient music, themes and soundtracks, songs and videos. It would be nice if I could afford to do it too. I’ll still make the music whatever… It’s what I do as the orange creative minimalist, but being clothed, fed and with a roof over my head is nice too. So any support is always greatly appreciated. To those of you who support the ‘arts’ in whatever way, you are appreciated beyond words.
A bit of a ramble this post. I blame the coffee. I blame a girl. I blame… That’s another thing, we blame everything and everyone else, for the things we do and what happens to us. We have abdicated responsibility for our actions to hot drinks and other people.
Time to take a little personal responsibility and get on with the things I should, have to and must do. I don’t blame anyone or anything else for where and who I am. My life, my choices, my consequences.
That’s a bit deep to end a post, so here’s a seagull and a flower. They aren’t with each other, but I live in hope that they might one day be together.