I'm also here: instagram.com/mirandakeeling/ it's not the same as it was here before, but hey.

I do miss my old feed.
Feels like I’m not seeing so many of you and am just swamped with ‘X’ nonsense now.

A woman sleeps on the tube. Her head rests inside the soft hood of her quilted white coat, her hands in her lap. I look at them, confused by what is different - then I realise that her little fingers are the same length as her ring fingers. There is something beautiful about it.

‘Applecross’ Hills pastille tin. Acrylic, collage and found objects. #repurpose #recycled #reclaimed

A woman is using tongs to choose dried dates from a container in a shop. The shop owner moves the lid into a better position to make it easier.
Woman: Oh, thank you.
Man: Sure. The government makes our lives harder in every way, so we might as well make things easier when we can.

Man in a shop: How’s Clifford?
Woman: He’s alright. He just has to look inside his brain to remember certain things.
Man: We all do.

Woman on the steps at the train station (talking to her Seeing Eye dog): Slowly down here Jasper. That’s it my love, perfect.

Woman preaching outside a train station: Jesus is knocking at your door. He is outside your door. Where is your door?
Man: He was just knocking on it apparently.

Rain causes the trees’ thinner branches to sag, and crisscrosses the train’s window panes with water lines. A woman eats crisps with a repeated rustling crunch, from a huge bag resting on her fold-down table.

This train is so delayed we shall soon meet ourselves coming home again.

Different types of farming vehicles are parked in neat rows in a field near Milton Keynes, like a children’s book illustration.

Trees appear to run past this moving train. The sky so grey that the world also appears to fall away behind them, into nothingness.

Delays cause this train to slide, snail-like from the station, ‘sorry’s scattered by the train guard.

A woman in a cafe orders a green smoothie and a slice of chocolate cake. The cafe owner nods approval of this all-bases-covered breakfast.

Woman in a cafe looking at the heart drawn in her coffee: Shame to put a lid on.
Barista: It’s okay. We both know it’s there.
Woman: We do.

Miranda Keeling I use kitchen tongs at home. I should bring them to the store...

The big things: Hey! Look at me!
Me: You are too much. I just can’t process you.
The little things: Hello. No need to respond, I’m just here.
Me: Phew. Hi.

Man on the bus: How was your holiday?
Woman: Oh my God that bloody rooster I would have killed it with my bare hands.

A man standing in Victoria Station pushes his hip out to the right, in a nice stretch.