Angela J. Phillip

Tuesday, 29 July 2025

After the op

After the op,
she did well but
now she’s in hosp
Ital again

in horrif
ic pain.

Monday, 14 July 2025

Ready to draw

Through sea green surface

it rises, ready to draw

thick black lines, and shapes

Saturday, 12 July 2025

Evening in July

We have a heatwave in the UK and there's a breeze in Hastings so the weather has been glorious.

Roses and geraniums shed bright red petals on to the veranda. There is tennis at Wimbledon with strawberries & cream (apparently they've attempted strawberry sandwiches this year but without much success) and people are splashing about in the sea.

All this while the US cracks apart and the danger of civil war increases, while people queuing for food in Gaza get shot and Russia keeps on bombing the Ukraine. Misery beyond belief in so many places.

Here it is peaceful ..... for now.

Woke up to strimmers

Whining round the fishing ponds

Mist rolled in from sea

Childhood bench at eve

Red and pink geraniums

Bird flaps and glides by

Pebbles underfoot

Wind ruffles the frothy sea

Birds sleep on the beach

Saturday, 5 November 2022

Bonfire Night

Walked about in the rain and eventually found a new hairdresser called Kadrie. She had a lovely smile and was good at her job so I left feeling happy.

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty

Eyelight

Wednesday, 14 July 2021

Dreaming of drawing

It's so long since I posted but this morning I'm waiting for a new laptop - one that I can draw on. I've sold several things on Ebay so that I can buy this but I'm not sure that it will be OK.

Falling Apples

Whoops - that's something I drew a long time ago - not on a computer screen. Will look for something I've drawn digitally.

Yes, that's one - Two Heads - also from a long time ago.

I've chosen an Acer Spin 3 - 14 inches! A giant for one who loves small things. It has a Wacom pen.

It's good to draw in the spaces between the writing.

Thursday, 18 February 2021

Don't want another dad!

Lame Crow Press is offering a discounted deal on Bk 2 in the Daniela Hoffman series. It's The Third Father.

DON'T WANT ANOTHER DAD!

I thought about this and it applies to me - not the story in The Third Father - but to my life. The dad who brought me up was the one who adopted me. He was my real father. I knew there would be a biological father somewhere but I never did want another dad. When I was little, my dad cycled as fast as he could to bring me ice creams before they melted. He worked hard his whole life to look after me and never asked for anything in return.