... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
3BT
in the sunlit "bare ruined choir" of the sycamore tree outside the kitchen window at mid-day ...
1. four fluffy squirrels chasing one another in the "heart" of the tree
2. five velvety jackdaws having a quiet chat whilst they explore the topmost branches
3. four resting parakeets, brilliant as jewels, quietly contemplating the prospect of their journey north to the thames
1. four fluffy squirrels chasing one another in the "heart" of the tree
2. five velvety jackdaws having a quiet chat whilst they explore the topmost branches
3. four resting parakeets, brilliant as jewels, quietly contemplating the prospect of their journey north to the thames
Thursday, December 26, 2013
out of the high deserts, the navajo times is one of my favourite newspapers ... it's weekly police blotter section is an horrifically mesmeric catalogue of human disasters
http://www.navajotimes.com/
http://www.navajotimes.com/news/2013/1213/122613blotter.php#.Urvf3fRdV8E
and the distribution network is a geography lesson in itself
http://www.navajotimes.com/contact/locations.php
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
despite every intention of getting up early, the loved one had to wake me, shake me from a complicated dream about being late ...
... much too complicated to explain such a dream here, multiple levels of visual metaphors, mistaken and transformed identities, metamorphoses, changing agendas not just hidden but well and almost truly buried, etc, etc ...
i rushed off to the flaming 14 bus at flipping quarter to seven instead of farting quarter to six ... and blinking well forgot the absolutely bloomin' necessary bleedin' tripod
so here are some sub-standard hand-held pics of fortnum and mason's windows, somewhat lacking in designer's wit or exuberance compared with previous years, i'm sorry to say

i rushed off to the flaming 14 bus at flipping quarter to seven instead of farting quarter to six ... and blinking well forgot the absolutely bloomin' necessary bleedin' tripod
so here are some sub-standard hand-held pics of fortnum and mason's windows, somewhat lacking in designer's wit or exuberance compared with previous years, i'm sorry to say
Saturday, December 21, 2013
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