Sunday, September 21, 2014

on the hill above consuegra

unnecessary colour

more unnecessary colour

velez blanco

almodovar del rio


in segovia

a bit of local colour

blue spanish eyes !

georgia o'keeffe ... luckily popped in to the thyssen in madrid on saturday morning before flying home ... and enjoyed these two, amongst others ... she had a great instinct and skill for creating tangible spaces

masters of masonry ... a balcony in trujillo, offset to give a view across the plaza

my avis-rent-a-car fiat 500 in spain ... just got back from a walk as the storm arrived

made in gainsborough ...

... resting and rusting on the outskirts of avila

if you love ancient glass ... just look what they found in cordoba

Friday, September 5, 2014

i don't know why they've coloured it green, its an effing bald mountain

once upon a time, at dawn, whilst flying down from barcelona to granada to meet tony and donna, i saw a rather intimidatingly rocky table-top kind of a mountain  ... it took me ages to discover a map that let me find out what i'd seen and now i'm going to take a better look at calar de la sima ... back in two weeks

Monday, August 18, 2014

keats, ?ennit/innit?


KEATS   To Sleep
O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight!
  Shutting with careful fingers and benign     
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embower'd from the light,    
  Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;         
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,   
  In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,       
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws       
  Around my bed its lulling charities;      
  Then save me, or the passèd day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;   

Save me from curious conscience, that still lords 
  Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards, 

  And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.