thirst by katharine eastman

oh dear yes even by my own lazy habitual ways this is a standard Kathy cover with the pathway going off straight ahead - it looked a lot better in Gimp than it does here but it is all still my fault, I should've learnt by now that this is what always happens. Anyway it's not really the path-stuff that's important for me here, it is (are ?) the trees - because when I was wandering about in the countryside a couple of days ago I happened to get up close and personal with a few trees (yes I was having a pee) and I noticed that even though they look lovely and summery-green from a bit of a distance when you do get up close to them you see that the leaves are curling and the poor things are showing signs of being very thirsty. Hardly surprising.

What a fantastic summer it is - not "fantastic" in all of its positive ways. But in some. Great for butterflies and for walking and for being about as happy as the weather alone can make us. But the farmland looks dead - yes what do I know ? - and the forests need a drink. I know there's a million things to lose sleep over - Ukraine, asteroids, the Middle East, the economy, crime, the mass depression most people seem to be experiencing at least here in the UK .... but I must admit that I have never lost any sleep over the climate. Maybe this makes me an awful person. It's not that I don't think it's a "thing", it's not that I am a "climate denier" - I'm not. But it's always felt like something too huge to be really possible. But having a pee in August among trees that might be dead before the end of the month - if I was capable of thinking of new things and original ideas then it would be quite alarming, but I think I'm just going to keep on churning out these albums till it all comes crashing down around us.

recorded this morning, photo Bentley Wood a couple of days ago