No straight paths.

There are no straight paths through this image. The tractor track has a kink in it, the horizon is irregular, the clouds and their shadows the function of natures whim. The waves in the grain reflect the only randomness of the gusting wind, while the undulations of the hill are the product of ancient processes of deposition and erosion.

I'm 33 today. Happy Birthday To Me!

What will this year bring? Do I have a straight path ahead?

My Saltire Fellowship next year might be a kink in the track, but I have many constants in my life. My lovely wife, my parents, my cat... Blip even, my daily escape through the lense of a camera. My path may not be straight but it feels anchored in the important things in my life.

I rather think I shall like being 33.