it's alright dear ! its just the booze being delivered .... 

blimey ! its july already, nearly !

i'd better order in a few hogsheads for the loved one's birthday !

another dawn in wandsworth 

licor de amendoa 

no picture today ... well maybe on second thoughts

... it is four in the afternoon and i'm still in my pyjamas ...

( people who have known me for years will be shocked to learn that i have acquired some in my fifty-fifth year )

... but i need to remark on this morning's fruit salad ...

the loved one has excelled, again, pouring some sweet portugese almond liqueur over the chopped fruit before adding the top layer of honey and greek yogurt

i am awarding her another gold star forthwith

sunny ! 

surprised at sunrise

a garrulous extrovert stopped me as i cycled to work through her neighbourhood and quickly asked twenty questions about my reasons for cycling by the river, living in london, not doing what my talents fit me for, etc ... and she took my photograph ... then, as the conversation was ending, because i still had to get to work, an early ray of sunshine illuminated her for this impromptu portrait

take it away brick by brick and install it on the strip in vegas 

never say never

surely its time that a new use was found for the tower of london ... i know, what about a casino ?

another dawn in battersea 

a thousand years 

obsessions

i'll have to keep visiting the peace pagoda in battersea park and the ancient yew in kent until i can get one picture of each that says exactly what they are, & in the meantime you'll have to forgive me for today's notquitegoodenoughs

linseed trespassing in the spectrum ... it just shouldn't be that colour ! 

readers, i swam ! 

two kinds of blue

a field of linseed in the early light zapped my visual cortex into quivering hysterics !

and then in brighton the sea was blue, and readers, i swam !

a steamy day begins 

dawn at the peace pagoda 

the singing monks 

soul music

unusually, there were other humans in battersea park this morning before five

two monks were chanting a mantra and beating a drum just as the sun had risen

as they circled the great "?stupa?", their song faded and then returned with a resonance that cleaved my heart like a burning spear and i wept for a few moments

partly for the beauty of their harmony, and partly from a sense that they existed in a oneness with beauty that i might not achieve

a good day and a bad day

i went for a wonderful bike ride in the hush of a perfect summer morning, crossing putney bridge to fulham and exploring the thames path up to the next wonderful bridge at hammersmith, and back through the quiet meadows of barnes common ... then, back in putney someone nicked my bike ... i've bought another, with a bigger lock ... and its safe to say i was traumatised ... for five minutes ... and my credit card will traumatised for months

barnes common oak leaves early one mid-summer morning 

hammersmith bridge south portal 

hammersmith bridge chains 

hammersmith bridge giant coat of arms 

hammersmith bridge's giant acanthus and my bike, stolen later this day at putney high street 

the prettiest bridge in london 

the lanes of sussex are infested wiv 'em 

tombstone at fawkham in kent 

thousand year old yew tree at west kingsdown in kent 

railway bridge at battersea, they don't make 'em like they used to 

old battersea skyscape 

new battersea skyscape 

first light in battersea park