dark money

strange fruit

cognitive dissonance ( my default setting )

Walking the dog erratically along Eccles Road towards Clapham Common, my view of a dreary row of shops was enlivened by the transit of an unexpectedly graceful figure.  A young woman entered stage right, walking straight-backed with the slightly extended straight-toed stride of a ballet dancer, this effect being enhanced by her black pumps and tights and by her straight fair hair hanging almost to her waist in a bulky silken plait.  An air of dignified sobriety was projected by a dark grey tailored suit, the skirt nicely tapered with the hem just above the knee, the jacket cleverly cut to a high waist and widening to accommodate an imposing superstructure.  An ornament of Battersea society !  The old dog paused by a couple of lamp posts and so I’d already half-forgotten the woman when we arrived face to face at the pedestrian crossing, myself and the old dog pointing towards the Common, herself facing the Parish Church.  And that must have been her destination, because only then could I see her light grey clerical vest and shiny white dog collar.  A lady vicar !

shadows playing at saint john's hill

morning hath broken ...

a little light reading ...

a dance to the music of time ... one and a half down ... ten and a half to go ... to be savoured, one sentence at a time

at brightling church ... the door was locked

jack fuller's pyramid in brightling churchyard ... his door is locked, too ... but anyway, he was never at home

is this an "early purple" ?

... about as early as the swallow i saw yesterday !

mystery object re-appears

quote:

a german colleague encounters some difficulties ... then he says ...

"i'm a survivor; germans are survivors, we've survived two world wars !"

i love the sound of old money ... penny-farthing, threepence-ha'penny, a silver sixpence, a golden guinea

a cloud tree ( ilex crenata ) in altenburg gardens

mystery objects

bits and pieces in saint peter and saint paul at longbridge deverill

in the gwendraeth valley, spring is quite definitely sprung !

a cardigan my mother created about thirty five years ago

genius ... sheila brings back to life the last summer's bounty

up near the ceiling in a friend's spare room ... a left-over from the days when i used to mess about with paints

the painter roy hewish giving fats waller his undivided attention

monday morning at the rialto fish markets

apropos de nuffinque in venice

stuff and nonsense in venice

nothing better to do ? i'd better just tiptoe by quietly

a notorious workaholic is compelled to relax

Blimey ! The Chiesa dei Gesuiti .. Santa Maria Assunta

the inside looks like blue and white china but is really blue-ish marble inlaid on white