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 

if ....

i said to her, if you really loved me then you'd have written a list of things for me to complain about when i've run out of ideas for things to complain about ....

on putney bridge at dawn 

on the way to work at dawn in putney 

on the way home from work ... battersea bridge