of conches and notes

       The conch can become, in the hands of a human -a transmitter and receiver.
Which somehow reminds me of experiences, poetic.
Things received and reiterated, in whatever form that expression may take.  The movements of these iterations  strike me as wild things, like fractals blooming or ripples on water. The word 'notes' becomes a double entendre. Notes from the conch (with lips /breath involved) and then these sorts of notes, splashed on cyber paper.

       Shared expression is the aim of this blog. Stirred in with some delving and unpredictable spice. Posts will tend to be intermittent /sporadic as this tends to be my nature with things which aren't demanding  attention.