Léonie Cooper

New Boots! 30th December 2020

2020

December

31st

Took some frozen pictures.

Close-up view of a plant's leaves and stems heavily coated in frost. The frost creates a delicate, crystalline texture on the green and burgundy leaves. The overall effect is one of cold, wintry stillness.

Close-up view of a frost-covered seed head of a plant. The seed head is brown and spiky, with a delicate coating of ice crystals. It hangs from a thin, frost-covered branch, against a blurred background of other plants and foliage. The overall impression is one of winter and the quiet beauty of a cold, natural landscape.

Shallow body of water, partially frozen over. The ice displays intricate patterns of swirling lines, likely formed by the movement of the water before freezing. Several small trees and branches are partially submerged in the water, their trunks and branches visible through the thin layer of ice. The overall tone is cool and serene, emphasizing the natural textures of the ice and the woody elements.

Sheet of ice that has formed over a patch of ground, revealing intricate patterns created by the freezing process. The ice is translucent, showing the underlying ground and some debris. A patch of moss is visible at the bottom right, contrasting with the icy surface. The overall impression is one of cold, stillness, and the beauty of natural formations.

Whilst walking the Wysis way (Chalford) today.

30th

Picture of my new walking boots a kind and concerned faery friend purchased for me a few days ago; she's saved my feet from frost bite.

Close-up view of a pair of tan leather hiking boots standing in the snow. A portion of a knitted scarf in shades of pink, gray, and purple is visible draped around the ankles. The boots are laced up and appear to be worn, with some snow clinging to the soles. The snow on the ground is undisturbed except for the impressions around the boots.

Close-up view of a branch with dried, brown leaves, lying on a ground covered with a thin layer of snow. The contrast between the warm brown of the leaves and the cool white of the snow is striking. The overall impression is one of late autumn or early winter.

Close-up view of a forest floor in winter. A fallen, moss-covered branch lies across the foreground, with many dried, brown leaves clinging to its branches and scattered on the ground around it. Patches of snow are visible among the leaves and debris. The background shows the trunks of trees and some evergreen foliage.

They are very comfortable on my feet and arrived one day before the first of the snow settled upon the ground. Today, returned to England I rambled through a copse nearby the highest peak in Gloucestershire; signs of seasonal change were prevalent.

28th

Snow in the Cotswolds

Four horses standing in a snow-dusted field. Two are predominantly black and white piebald, and two are dark brown. They appear to be in a paddock, possibly near a fence line, with patches of mud visible under the snow. The background is foggy and indistinct. The overall mood is quiet and somewhat melancholic.

Long, dark bench covered in a light layer of snow, sitting on a concrete slab. The bench is situated in a snow-covered, open field under a foggy, overcast sky. The overall mood is bleak and desolate. There is a sense of emptiness and isolation conveyed by the vast, empty space and the solitary bench.

A message in these two pictures.

27th

Spithope Bothy was unlocked and on form, leaving the interior tidy and clean I took a picture of this 1001ft high shelter.

Small, stone building, possibly a shelter or utility shed, with a dark green door. It's situated in a rural landscape, with a low stone wall partially covered in moss to the left, and a sparsely vegetated area in front. A leafless tree stands prominently near the left side of the structure. In the background, there's a dark line of evergreen trees under an overcast sky.

Tranquil landscape at dusk or dawn. In the foreground, a low stone wall, covered in moss, provides a rustic border. Beyond the wall, the scene unfolds with a gently sloping hillside, sparsely dotted with evergreen trees. Further back, a larger expanse of darker evergreens covers a higher hill, creating a layered effect. The soft, pastel colors of the sky suggest a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

Line of dark, silhouetted evergreen trees at sunset. The sun is visible, low on the horizon, casting a purplish-pink hue across the sky. The foreground is composed of dry, brown grasses. The overall feeling is one of serene, natural beauty at twilight.

Serene landscape at sunset. The sun, a bright orb, is partially obscured by clouds, casting a warm golden light across the scene. In the foreground, there's a field of low-lying vegetation, perhaps frost-covered, leading to a line of dark evergreen trees silhouetted against the glowing sky. Behind the trees, a hill or mountain range rises gently in the distance. The overall atmosphere is peaceful and contemplative.

As much as I have grown to enjoy rambling it's nice to take off the many layers of clothes and relax, aware of my presence inside a transient, heated car; warmed with superficial creature comforts.

Selfie of a Leonie sitting in a car. She is wearing a blue and red knitted hat and scarf, and a red top with small white flowers. She also wears two necklaces, one with a large moonstone pendant and the other with a circular metallic pendant. Her expression is somewhat serious or pensive. The car's interior and a part of the outside are visible in the background.

We turned off before Otterburn onto an empty, deserted road further into the Kielder Forest, today the bright reborn sun was low but clear and crisp bright through the atmospheric freshness of the windy and wild, cold climate.

Long, straight road stretching towards a bright sun in a partly cloudy sky. The road is wet, reflecting the light. The surrounding landscape is flat and appears rural, with fields and a line of trees in the distance. The overall mood is serene and slightly melancholic, with a sense of openness and journey.

Stopping at Kilder lake parked by the Dam we took breakfast as the wind gently pushed ripples east across the water. The rain was thin, sharp and bitter, I consider the cash crop forest acrid with the lingering smell of stomach bile and not a sanctuary of the permanence of nature to the small amount of moved on wildlife that tolerates its fungus infested darkness.

Tranquil lake scene under a cloudy sky. The foreground is dominated by a rocky shoreline composed of numerous dark grey and greenish-grey stones of varying sizes. In the mid-ground, the relatively calm water of the lake stretches to the far shore, which is lined with dark green trees and hills. A section of a man-made dam or retaining wall is visible along the right edge of the lake.

Stone castle-like building under a cloudy sky. The building appears to be undergoing some form of renovation or maintenance, as scaffolding is visible. In the foreground is a low stone wall covered in moss and vegetation, with a grassy field separating the wall and the building. There are also wooden signage posts and a utility pole visible. The overall impression is one of a somewhat secluded and possibly historic site in a rural setting.

I must have perceived our road ahead as we briefly passed through Scotland, a border supposed to be locked down with Tier 4, I expected a roadblock with number plate recognition but only windblown plastic wheelie bins blocked the road after the border had been already crossed, back to bonnie then off back to blighty. After crossing Scotland's border again on the A7, after some miles I arrived to keep our three years and a day appointment with Castle Rigg Circle stones. Castle Rig stone circle was aligned almost perfectly so with not much to do here and not many tourists about I set about getting some keepsake pictures stored on my mobile phone.

Stone circle situated in a grassy field, with snow-capped mountains in the background under a cloudy sky. The stone circle appears ancient and weathered, and some puddles are visible on the ground within the circle. The overall mood is somber and somewhat atmospheric.

Stone circle in a grassy field, set against a backdrop of snow-dusted mountains under a cloudy sky. The stones are various sizes and shapes, some upright, others lying down. The scene evokes a sense of ancient history and the wildness of the landscape. There are puddles in the field suggesting recent rain or melting snow.

Stone circle in a grassy field, with a snow-dusted mountain range in the background. The sky is partly cloudy, and there are some puddles visible in the field. The overall mood is serene and somewhat melancholic.

Stone circle set against a backdrop of snow-dusted mountains under a cloudy sky. The foreground is a grassy field with some puddles. The stone circle appears to be partially incomplete or eroded. The overall mood is serene and somewhat melancholic.

At times, I am bewildered just to how empty my photos are of people in the UK yet packed full of people in India.

5th

Recieved a parcel of goodies from my kind faery friend in Stroud today.

Inside of a cardboard box containing various items. Most prominently are several packages of incense sticks (Satya Nag Champa and Vijayshree Fragrance brands), and a box of what appears to be incense charcoal. There are also several pairs of socks, some appearing new and some worn or damaged, in various colours (grey, dark blue, burgundy). The overall impression is of a care package or a box of miscellaneous personal items.

Socks are toasty and there is frankincense to burn.

4th

Arrived at Paddington Station early.

Front and side of a British Rail Class 57 locomotive, number 57604. The locomotive is predominantly dark green with a yellow front end. It's situated in what appears to be an indoor train station, under a curved metal roof. The number is clearly visible on a brass plate affixed to the side.

British Rail Class 57 diesel locomotive, predominantly dark green with a yellow front, standing at a train platform. The train is partially visible, suggesting it's part of a longer passenger train. The platform is located within a large, arched train station with an ornate, metallic ceiling structure. The overall mood is calm and somewhat nostalgic due to the classic design of the locomotive and the architecture of the station.

Close-up selfie of a woman on a train. She's wearing a pink sweater, a patterned dress underneath, a knitted hat, and a light-coloured scarf or shawl covering her mouth and nose. The train window, showing a blurred landscape and tracks indicating the train is moving, is visible in the background. The woman’s expression is partially obscured by the scarf, making it difficult to read her emotion fully.

British Rail Class 57 diesel locomotive, predominantly dark green with a yellow front, standing at a platform in a large, arched train station. The train is partially visible, suggesting more carriages are attached. The station's architecture is prominent, with a high, ornate, vaulted ceiling. The overall mood is one of quiet stillness, perhaps late evening or early morning, with few people visible in the background. The focus is largely on the locomotive itself, creating a sense of industrial beauty and possibly nostalgia for railway enthusiasts.

Crazy to be subjected to this totalitarian intrusion.

November

29th

Think I am over a rocky road today.

Close-up portrait of a fair-skinned woman with shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair. She, Leonie, is wearing a dark-coloured knitted beanie, a multicoloured knitted scarf (primarily shades of red, blue, and purple), and a black jacket. She also has two necklaces with circular pendants. The background is blurry but suggests an outdoor setting at night, possibly a patio or balcony, with some greenery visible. The woman's expression is neutral to slightly sombre.

Rosie rag doll, seemingly homemade or vintage, with pale skin, large teal eyes, and rosy cheeks, dressed in a white dress. The doll is nestled in a dark-coloured hooded garment, possibly a jacket or shawl, which obscures most of its body. The setting appears dimly lit, with the doll situated near a lit pink candle resting on what looks like a rough-hewn stone or mineral. The background is blurry but suggests a sparsely furnished room. The overall ambience is subdued, mysterious, and somewhat melancholic.

Its hard to care for oneself when others figure your selflessness worthless.

25th

For twenty years I have known him as Bryan, but since living in Cornwall has called himself Koala.

Candid shot of a man and a woman in what appears to be their home. The man is seated, wearing a dark zip-up jacket and camouflage pants. He is smiling at the camera. The woman is seated next to him and is wearing a knitted hat and a cream-coloured jacket over a red floral blouse. She looks directly at the camera with a neutral expression. A dog is partially visible in the foreground. The background is cluttered, showing bookshelves filled with books and other items, creating a lived-in and somewhat chaotic atmosphere. A computer monitor is visible behind the couple. The overall impression is one of intimacy and everyday life within a cosy but disorganised space.

I called him Bryan, he replied "don't call me that, the [Dominican] nuns named me Bryan", so I called him Koala.

Needle-felted fox figurine sitting on top of a black speaker. The fox is predominantly orange-brown with white fur on its chest and black paws. It has a cheerful expression. The background is dimly lit, with a string of fairy lights visible behind the fox. The overall atmosphere is warm and cosy.

Most of my other friends [as I generally don't have friends] are toy animals, this friend I've named Foxy, he came from Stroud to keep me company.

24th

Lucifer, as an "over the head" [shunned] angel of the north has arrived, in Truro, for a Dominican Xmas.

Street scene during the late afternoon or early evening. The street is lined with two-story buildings, many of which appear to be shops or businesses. Some shops display signage for charities such as Cornwall Hospice Care and the British Heart Foundation. The street is adorned with festive Christmas decorations: strings of lights and illuminated angel figures hang overhead. The overall atmosphere is quiet and peaceful, with few people visible. The sky is overcast, adding to the subdued mood. The perspective is from a point on the sidewalk, looking down the street.

Street scene in a town or city centre, likely in the UK. The street is cobbled and relatively quiet, with a few pedestrians visible. Buildings line both sides of the street, a mix of commercial and residential properties. Christmas decorations, specifically strings of lights, hang across the street, adding a festive atmosphere despite the overcast sky. One building is under scaffolding, suggesting ongoing construction or renovation work. The overall impression is one of a peaceful, slightly subdued, yet festive town centre.

The design is written by LITE Ltd to be "based on an elegant cosmopolitan warm white thematic style".

Repurposed tin, painted blue and decorated with various elements. The most prominent features are the handwritten words Blues and With a Feeling, a musical note symbol, and a circular sticker featuring the number 21 in gold against a dark background with stars. The tin shows some wear and tear, suggesting age or intentional distressing. The overall impression is one of a personalized, possibly handmade, object with a melancholic or reflective theme.

Today neighbour resident Lisa gave me a tobacco tin, the guesture reminded me of a Carpenters song "Rainy days and Mondays".

23rd

This is my neighbour; we both struggle with historical problems created by cultured desparities.

Close-up selfie of two women outdoors. The woman on the left has bright blue hair and is puckering her lips for a kiss. The woman on the right has blonde hair and is wearing a knitted hat. Both women are wearing necklaces. The background is a slightly blurred out park-like setting with trees. The overall impression is one of casual intimacy and friendship.

Her name is Lisa, people call her Lisa Loud because, usually, wherever she is, she can be heard.

Today we went out for a walk, Lisa told me some of the things that were really bothering her. Scenic view of Truro from this restful location.

21st

Planted a tree today in our shared garden, with a neighbour.

I wasn't aware at the time, but the tree is an acer tree.

19th

As I ventured into our flat block garden from a breath of fresh air I overheard screams and cries. The commotion was venting from a wide-open side window, scrambling through a dense patch of Japanese knot weed I looked through the half window to find a distraught neighbour sobbing whilst sat on his chair. I asked him if he was OK, another neighbour appeared and asserted "he was not well". She key fobbed me into the shoebox flat where I discovered he had deeply cut half his face with a razor blade; the distraught man said he wanted the world to know how much pain he felt inside.

I asked him where the razors were whilst searching is sparsely decorated flat, no coherent answer surfaced from his semi continuous whisperings. My heart sank deeply finding a get well card signed by his mother and family. I proceed to make him a hot drink to calm his down his nerves to discovered he had returned to his toilet to cut himself again; his neighbour lent against the door pleading frantically to get him to stop. The ongoing commotion raised the attention of a male support worker who immediately told us to leave. I asked the neighbour if she was feeling OK.

We took a walk through freezing misted streets to the cooperative supermarket to pick up some groceries and returned to the flat block half an hour later to find the commotion still in progress. I helped her into her flat with her shopping and talked briefly unto a service worker came and removed me (we are not allowed to be inside each other's flats). This dangerous and life-threatening incident in my view was reckless because:

Untrained residents (each with their own problems) were at the scene attempted to manage a potentially life-threatening situation
After instructing us to go the service worker took responsibility of the scene without assistance.
No emergency services who could have correctly dealt with the situation were called, first responders such as ambulance or police.
The man who has cut his face after calming don was left on his own inside his flat to mop up the blood splats from his injuries at 3am.

In my view the Police should have been called in to immediately to restrain him, disarm and search him for the removal of potentially more razors. He should have then been detained under 136 of the Mental Health Act and transported to a "place of safety" where he could be appropriately psychologically assessed and if need be admitted under section 12 of the Mental Health Act. Having significant experience of mental health procedures (as a detained patient)

Later on in the early hours of the morning he was mopping up blood from his kitchen floor; it quite disturbed me to see a man with such internal conflict because the world bore no true empathy from his mental pain. Sole occupation flats given this extent of isolation seem to have become suicide boxes, where life rests upon death until one becomes akin to each other. It saddens me further to know he'll probably never be rehabilitated and excepted into the community.

18th

Found a banana canoe in our garden, not sure who it belongs to?

Housing support worker claimed the canoe belonged to an ex-resident.

16th

New cooker delivered and installed today.

The old cooker burned itself out.

15th

Bad BMX accident crushed by bike and badly bruised my legs, not happy today. Shocked and bewildered that some guy from the sleep rushed to the scene and enquired if I was OK, BMX is written completely off, no push-bike :)

Evidently people who have endured trauma have frequent accidents, not just those who are attempting to medicate dislogded thoughts from their mind.

14th

Shards of memories slice vision

I do this alot, because my life is in pieces.

11th

My mongoose BMX is written off, after a really nasty accident.

I sprayed this BMX bike green so I would not be so easily recognisable.

The accident tore at my legs, hurt alot.

8th

Coding HTML and CSS

on my computer today.

1st

The rear of my flat, I don't have mind for materialism; being a rolling stone for so long.

But lighting masks the bareness of my sparsely furnished flat well. I don't and probably won't recieve many visitors here.

October

31st

I often ride my bicycle around for hours, looking for a friendly face to talk to but rarely find one.

Today I hung out on a railway bridge for a few hours.

30th

Looking very suspect for the camera but I haven't joined any secret societies.

They wouldnt have me even if I was stupid (desperate) enough to join in the tom foolery.

22nd

My computer runs an open source.

Operating system named Debian Linux.

Police were called out to a problematic neighbour.

20th

I rest calmly upon our light, forever there between a stare but never a glare.

Felt good today.

18th

Everything and yet.

nothing in my eyes.

14th

Today.

I was coding HTML5.

13th

There was one cup that got away before I went away.

Because the cup wanted to return moldy.

Put this sticker in my window today, purchased in Glastonbury.

Went out for a drink with a women I'd met on a few occasions, one time when her boyfriend had been cruel to her.

12th

A friend of a friend is a horse drawn traveller, sells wood carvings he makes by side of the road, usually in Dorset; but in this instance Somerset:

Glastonbury has always been deadpan blend of Co-freemasonic Theosophy; the High Street is full of downward Cranks, including but not exclusively that cranky glory crawler Ronald Lloyd Spencer a.k.a. the self proclaimed "Buddha Maitreya".

Godless house, church hall, shop and temple, where defaced middle age women practice demonic possession and dispossesion via transconfiguration, claiming to channel the universal mother, of worth; yet worthless to everybody, what a lie.

Has Stella Moon read you're Tarrot?

Glastonbury was worthless, I have never found people more godless than I realised them to be in this dreary Somerset town which I can only describe as a farcical New Age tourist trap. I have always been compeled to leave this town and considered myself unfortunate for having visited.

My friend dropped me off at Temple Meads railway station so I could catch the train to Cornwall. Do you think I looked stressed? I felt stressed on the platform.

But I was not alone :)

11th

I went for an afternoon walk in the Savernake Forest and took some pictures to share with you.

The forest was busy with people; I have been coming here for years and never seen this place so busy. An endless line of hundreds of parked cars, either side, intruded deep into the forest.

A male heathen friend once camped in this forest (during less busy times back in 1996) for two weeks almost without being seen.

I found him suffering in Swindon city centre, shortly after he had disembarked from this verdant wilderness, he was glowing with the energy of this forest, so I purchased him some breakfast in a local café.

In the north of the Savernake there are many Hawthorn trees and always enough offering of wood to fuel an overnight camp fire; from dusk to dawn I have camped here and rekindled my spirit many times.

9th

Went for a nice meal tonight in Cheltenham.

My faery friend is such good company.

4th

On the train leaving kernow.

Covid-19 restrictions are in farce.

3rd

Drinking a pint at the City Inn, Truro.

I often go to the pub alone, groups of people are not inclusive.

1st

Rode under the railway arches.

By Dalbuz nature reserve Truro.

September

29th

The Mongoose BMX:

My first BMX since I was 14, I had a Raleigh Burner back then!

21st

Food parcel arrived today from a faery friend, check out the Vegan Haggis!

Yummy nut roast also :)

17th

More and more plants growing, look at this Geranium:

I have never been able to stay in one place to nuture life, how truly amazing this experience is.

14th

What is going on here, that round cicle underneath the military helecopter.

Is this some sort of radar or a weapon.

13th

I rode out to Saint Clement side of the Tresillian River.

If you cycle away from Tresillain around the river you arrive at St Clement and then futher on to Malpas, known for its scenic panoramic view. Between St Clement and Malpas is gated, and the river path is difficult to ride on a bicycle.