the teapot was made by pedro de la cal, the sweetest old man in puente del arzobispo
Sunday, March 12, 2006
my very first morning in spain, 1986
calle del barco in madrid, ramon's apartment, 1986, the view from the terrace
the teapot was made by pedro de la cal, the sweetest old man in puente del arzobispo
the teapot was made by pedro de la cal, the sweetest old man in puente del arzobispo
faded prints of much loved places
this fuzzy image is scanned from a small print that was pinned up in about six different homes as i've drifted around
it was taken in lagartera in 1986, a sweet village on a low granite hill beside a wide dusty plain with a spectacular view to the snowy sierra de gredos
a few very old ladies still wore their traditional costumes about the streets and the main sources of income were from their families' marvellous embroideries, and from the pig industry which burgeoned with eec grant money at that time
this silhouette of the village soon disappeared as that cash was re-invested in a not-for-sale property boom when the villagers built themselves modern homes on their tiny fields and olive groves
it was taken in lagartera in 1986, a sweet village on a low granite hill beside a wide dusty plain with a spectacular view to the snowy sierra de gredos
a few very old ladies still wore their traditional costumes about the streets and the main sources of income were from their families' marvellous embroideries, and from the pig industry which burgeoned with eec grant money at that time
this silhouette of the village soon disappeared as that cash was re-invested in a not-for-sale property boom when the villagers built themselves modern homes on their tiny fields and olive groves
boat jam
at the end of their downstream sprint the exhausted scullers move slowly back upstream towards the clubhouses and the ramps
the tide has slid out really quickly and there is only sufficient water for one boat at a time to pass beneath putney bridge
the tide has slid out really quickly and there is only sufficient water for one boat at a time to pass beneath putney bridge
fashion v style ... unreal city
i wonder what constellation the moon was rising in today ?
Answer = it was a waxing gibbous moon rising through leo
... hey ! that's my constellation !
Answer = it was a waxing gibbous moon rising through leo
... hey ! that's my constellation !
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
brighton; the west pier's skellington, the ruined bandstand, and one of brighton's fabulous cast iron lamp posts
pictured during a traffic jam on the sea front
a distant view of shoreham's gas-fired power station ...
... and another of brighton's fading glories
another side of brighton
the charming olde view along shoreham harbour as you approach from the west
findon church, near worthing in west sussex
you get this tantalising glimpse for about two seconds from the main road as you pass through the south downs towards the coast
Thursday, March 09, 2006
a storm brewing above battersea dogs & cats home
we had thunder and lightning and hail and cycling home was less enjoyable than usual
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
three beautiful sounds
the cacophony of an espresso machine
in a tiled & smoke-filled bar
with twenty five spaniards
all shouting at the television
the hiss of the breaking wave
rushing back down the pebbles
on brighton beach
the ear-splitting merriment of
a feasting flock of sparrows
in a tiled & smoke-filled bar
with twenty five spaniards
all shouting at the television
the hiss of the breaking wave
rushing back down the pebbles
on brighton beach
the ear-splitting merriment of
a feasting flock of sparrows
... and a fourth
the turbo-charged,
window-rattling,
organ-loft storm
of George Collinson's voice
in the middle of a joyous rant !
window-rattling,
organ-loft storm
of George Collinson's voice
in the middle of a joyous rant !
Saturday, March 04, 2006
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