"move him in to the sun ... "

much later, kipling wrote these few lines ...

A SON

My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew

What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.

no more cycling in the dark !

a glimmer of daylight over the river

i had to rest the camera on top of a lifebelt stand, it was the only flat surface around but of course it was tilted

 

s'pose issalright, if you like green!

 

7.15am on the river at putney

 

wick lane, bow ... due for demolition

 

traffic ... and joined-up thinking

i was reading the stickers in a queue of cars in bow, east london

fathers 4 justice have been in the news lately and one is tempted to sympathise distantly with anyone cut off from their offspring

however ... the other stickers are worth looking at

... what do the "bad boy club" and "bunny" stickers say ...

... about his suitability for the responsibilities of marriage & parenthood ?

chelsea power station

 

rex whistler ... do NOT miss this exhibition

 

brighton museum's buddha, carved in grey schist during the time of the gandharan civilization

the locked church at little horsted

 

horse & groom pub sign at rushlake green

 

edenbridge church, the clock face is extremely convex and the clock has only one hand, by design

 

ambitious new west window at edenbridge

 

a nice legacy at edenbridge

 

in edenbridge church, poetry ...

 

putney goes green

 

atypical nourishment

 

jes window shoppin

 

uk body count in Iraq rises to 104

I used to think this picture was a disgracefully trashy & gratuitous bit of ad-man's hyperbole, but now it seems rarther apposite

 

R.I.P Dave Kane

Anyone who remembers his infectious laughter will be sad to learn that Dave Kane has just died.
I'll post a picture of him when I can unpack the right box.

I owe Dave and his wife Jan much gratitude for many kindnesses so my thoughts are with her & their daughters, Hannah and Alice.

what goes around, comes around

i pasted this les gibbard cartoon from the guardian in to my scrapbook during the viet nam war

it still seems appropriate

nice old pub tiles in wandsworth road

 

spring cleaning

i only just stopped myself from whistling roy rogers' "four-legged friend" whilst giving the bike a rare power wash before leaving work this afternoon