Thursday, March 11, 2010

not quite everyone in california has broadband, already ...









sometimes it takes ages ( six or seven years ! ) for small visual memories to condense among my vapid reveries and then trickle down as proto-thoughts ... and then it takes another age to articulate them

i'd been looking at a favourite picture ( found on a NASA website ) of racetrack playa by night and was wondering exactly where it is

annoyingly, i discovered that we had once passed within a few miles

and once upon that time, on the high desert pass between the panamint valley and the owens valley, miles from anywhere, i had been startled to see a yellow school bus bumping along a dusty side road amongst the last straggly joshua trees

today i looked at google earth because i am always curious about the improbable places where people might choose to live, especially so far from the comforts of urban life ...
















... and i found that dusty road again, and discovered it leads to Darwin, CA ... and thereabouts must dwell the designer of this jolly little website






http://www.darwincalif.com/

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

of parchments and palimpsests ...
























i've already pointed out to the loved one that ... if ever there is a world shortage of writing paper, then the lily-white skin of women as fair and unblemished as her divine self will be at a premium for incurable scribblers like me

http://www.scientific-computing.com/features/feature.php?feature_id=125

Monday, March 8, 2010

not much going on at the spreadeagle in wandsworth

picture taken whilst i was trying to finish reading a couple more chapters of "my name is red" by orhan pamuk, a master story teller

i'd been reading it on the bus and thought i might be more comfortable in this sadly dilapidated pub


Sunday, February 21, 2010

the bus station at vauxhall ... on my way home from "choir practise"

saint martin in the fields choir practise

twas raining heavily and the church had accommodated about twenty homeless and exhausted people who'd come in to sleep between matins and the eucharist ... the choir didn't disturb them




















http://www2.stmartin-in-the-fields.org/page/music/church/church.html

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

if she really loved me ...

















... then she'd have halted the train and made the driver wait whilst she ran back to that little town to buy me some fish and chips ... and she'd have brought me the salt and vinegar from the chip shop counter, too

Saturday, February 13, 2010