Sunday focus

Froth. And sunlight. The silence of mornings slipping into midday. Sunday. Memories of clinking. Of booming. Of voices hoarse with attempts to rise above the din. Smiles and blurs. Backrests. Guitars on walls. Goblets doing rounds. Reason lost. Thoughts lost. Distortion. Watchfulness. Concern. Trust. Emptiness? Not quite. Silence? Not quite. Giving and taking away. Taking away and giving.

Coffee, of course. Lots of it. And stillness that inevitably followed.






Here are a few images from last Thursday's Kite festival.