May to September

Summer has now closed up shop and gone on vacation. It is autumn that is in command and twilight fights to gain the upper hand in the northern hemisphere. It was a good summer for a change in the UK. This was just as well because, for me it was also an eventful one. Being over fifty you feel September; perhaps it is your own autumn and twilight is starting the fight for your life? Fitzgerald can be relied on to fire a song straight to your heart: at "But it's a long, long while from May to December" she has me on a reverie thinking journey down all those thoughts that I have all too frequently. 



My last public post was on 20th May on Google Plus; then four months silence. What a four months? RL has habit of flying off at a tangent and you have to fight hard to get it "back on track." May was hard. Ill health persisted after a long hard winter and, in spite of my efforts, +Charimage was refusing to make any real headway.

I had a small team of contributing artists +Charles Strebor +Jay White +Pcorn Queen +Chris Hurst +Scott VanWalsum +Kay Walker +john adams +Li Kruse  & +R. Harlan Smith. We had worked hard and built the site to our own design but things weren't working. I felt I was failing the team that had shown faith in my vision. The message just wasn't getting out there and I was producing less and less of my own work.

Then I became homeless... again! I've been there before. Having spent eight years there in my early thirties. Although somewhat older, homeless in itself holds no fear. My biggest problem was "How do I get a reliable internet connection?" How times change. When you loose your home a few good friends become very valuable. Once you dust yourself down and "get you head round it" you rally and start to rebuild your life.

Next came my biggest problem and from a direction I least suspected; the charities that we were trying to help as a team. They quoted the Charities Act 1993 and were nervous of the Charimage mechanism. I raged and worried; my entire vision was on the floor. I had presented the Charimage model to various business advisory groups. All had responded positively and none had pointed to this potential  problem. The linkage of a product or service to a named charity potentially put Charimage on the wrong side of the Act. What to do? I was despondent for a good while.

I came close to admitting defeat. +Pcorn Queen  and +Chris Hurst provided support and encouragement while I racked my brains for an answer. The Charimage Fund was my solution. Under this mechanic funds raised are not linked to a product or charity and I have the added bonus that it is the community that can choose the beneficiaries. +Chris Hurst  agreed to make my design ideas happen for the site. His dedication and support has allowed me to continue (you don't need many friends when times are hard you just need a few very good ones!)

We have rebuilt Charimage again. Now it only publishes my own work. I hope that the community and followers of Charimage will understand and continue to support. I have a backlog of work still to bring to the site. I took the personal decision a long time ago: I will continue to publish and share my own work on line only if doing so has the potential to "put something back" and do a little good in the world.

"When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came
When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you"
~ Maxwell Anderson