this lion isn't cowardly ... he's just in denial !

 

i'm sorry to tell you it's a classic case of twisted pullover syndrome, mrs socrates

hey, mister ! can we have our ball back ?

 

dreamer

 

there's an old piano and it's playing hot behind the green door !

 

autumn

 

hey, igor ! fetch me another thyroid ...

 

we're oop north, checking out their treasure troves, backsun

 

the paddock at goodwood

 

wooden weathercock at singleton

 

welcome to fortnum & mason's

 

the foliage in putney heath is gradually thinning and the sun's beams creep through at a lower angle, summer is ending

 

crikey ! she's almost famous !

this picture of doll smallridge, AKA Tarzan, first blogged here two weeks ago, re-appears in the family supplement of today's Guardian ... attagirl !

mystery package at the royal academy ...

i'd just got off the number fourteen bus outside the royal academy, and was about to cross the street to fortnum and mason's for a box of roses and violets ... as you do ... when my curiosity was aroused ...

 

... sir joshua would have revelled in such a moment ...

 

... every movement will require consideration ...

 

... the freight people are being extra gentle ...

 

... rodin's gates have just flown in from MOMA ...

this wonderful man ...

makes the best coffee in the south of england in that scruffy little cafe above rottingdean beach

 

extrapolating beauty

some things can't be photographed, yet the eye sometimes stimulates the optimistic mind to see more than may be true

from the corner of my eye, as i cycled to work down wandsworth high street at half past four this morning, i saw this australian guy skateboarding up the other side of the street with all the strength and grace of youth, carrying in front of him a huge bunch of white roses that gleamed unreally in the light of a huge full moon

i doubled back and he obliged me with this brief pose

as your eyes can see, he's not pretty or elegant, but the beauty of the moment brought tears of joy to my eyes