... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Monday, September 19, 2011
by the door in blythburgh churchyard
surely by the same artist ... i like the way the cherubs' heads incline to one another across that little gap and across all those years
and i like to think that someone like thomas hardy might have filled that little gap with a thousand pages
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
aunt mavis, aged 96 and a half
...reminding me of that Thomas Hardy poem, Heredity
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Of durance -- that is I; The eternal thing in man, That heeds no call to die
Sunday, September 11, 2011
tristan savatier's burning man slideshow ... i'm not sure if it is this year's or last
http://www.flickr.com/photos/loupiote/sets/72157625063388734/show/
it is last years, so i'm eagerly awaiting the latest set
it is last years, so i'm eagerly awaiting the latest set
Thursday, September 8, 2011
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