Monday, February 16, 2009

post valentine's confession

i was too tight-fisted to buy a valentine's card so i had to get up early on saturday and re-cycle an image i'd painted for her some years ago when we lived in brighton

Saturday, February 07, 2009

what a come back



























the bbc radio five live sports presenter just announced that "blake" would be singing jerusalem before the start of this afternoon's rugby match at twickenham

Thursday, February 05, 2009

shakespeare's seventy-third sonnet




















That time of year thou may’st in me behold




When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang




Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,




Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.



















In me thou see'st the twilight of such day




As after sunset fadeth in the west;




Which by and by black night doth take away,




Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.



















In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,



That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,



As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,



Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.



















This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,


To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

i'm mandy, fly me





... a few months later, in April, mardecortesbaja showed this nice picture by stevan dohanos ...

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

morning has broken ... elsewhere




one of the joys of the internet thingy is that, just as the sun is about to set in putney, you can watch the dawn eight hours away in yosemite valley

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

bird talk







As I drove in to Ockenden Manor at Cuckfield on a dark day there was a commotion of a dozen blackbirds around the lovely high-walled lawn. They had gathered to harass a stranger, but seemed rather hesitant in the face of his/her own ebullient aggression. The only difference between them and him/her was colour … instead of being feathered purely in black, he/she was spectacularly piebald. I’d never seen a pied blackbird and was first startled and then enchanted. Sadly, my camera is away for repairs and I can only show you these vague images captured through a smaller lens … but you get the picture.

last saturday morning on clapham common ... there is an appeal for funds for tree planting


some stars, some stripes, chez micawber