September now draws to a close. I nights are beginning to get fat and heavy; longer; darker. We’re well and truly rolling into the twilight of the year. At the start of this month I gave you a picture which I entitled The Journey. An image which is quite clearly of a seriously massive [technical term] desert. There’s something perverse about this. Not in of itself, but simply because large chunks of my home country and the surrounding regions were very recently, mostly underwater. I’m sure a better, more philosophical man than I could make some point about dissonance and duality, but my general reaction was largely composed of a simple and succinct “woah.” A ten foot rise in water levels generally has that effect when you’re not being directly effected by it. At the end of the day sand basically just like water right? Except less wet, more solid and chemically different. That si to say, not like water at all. But it does however share a propensity for eating things just at a considerably slower rate. Flood water thrashes and bashes and necks its food like a mad gannet with a gizzard full of PCP. Sand takes it slow, it nibbles and savours. It’s a connoisseur of the devouring of human endeavour.
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The start of September heralds the end of summer in the traditional sense and the advent of autumn, in the words of House Stark “Winter is Coming.” I fucking love winter. Winter means that I can wear my coats. I love my coats, they are my armour against the world as much as it is against the cold. But in the interim I’m in Banbury. I’m once again off to see my parents while they’re a bit nearer to my neck of the woods. This of course means getting a train and we all know my feelings about trains. And now comes the segue, dropping like a thunderbolt out of a crystal blue sky, a meteorological phat bassline WUB. Since while you’re reading this I’ll be on a journey of sorts I’ve decided that September’s Pictonaut Challenge will be called The Journey.