The coming of summer brings the promise of new life springing from the malarky of springtime. Birds shush down to the serious business of raising their young whilst plants push forward in the thrust of sun driven momentum. The air thickens with flies, bees and butterflies as summer begins to dress itself with all the headiness of nectar drunk beings. We look on, watchers adrift in the separateness of our being, admiring the sheer audacity of this most hedonistic season. Let the ball begin.
Left with the use of my left arm/hand only, after a serious motor cycle accident in 2005, I am learning to adapt to life with a brachial plexus injury and have developed a style of playing guitar using open tunings. I love drawing, painting and generally messing around in a fairly loose fashion. Can't describe myself as an artist, but perhaps a doodler with intent. View all posts by keithfitton