~ Julian Barnes, ‘Nothing to be frightened of‘
today, August 2nd is my dad’s birthday. he died what seems like ages ago and contrary to the too-often heard “I loved him or her” when refering to a close deceased person, i can’t for the life of me understand why that love would stop with that person’s life.
that wasn’t a rant, it’s just my way of saying nothing’s changed so, here’s an image for him. i don’t remember him being particularly fond of flies or bugs in general but he was really keen on photography and as such might like it. happy birthday dad.
if like me, piggy thinks these things look like stoneflies maybe he’ll lose his appetite and get his hearing back…