colour trajectory ... from wandsworth road at four a.m. ...

... to dorking vinyard at ten

a worm's eye-view of the stingers

from his kitchen sink insomniac phase ...

in praise of local colour

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

i'm no good at gardening ... my back hurts ... but my aunt and my daughter and my sister v are all dedicated to the soil

v has recently rented a council allotment in swindon and is studying the neighbouring gardeners in her blog ... do take a look

http://vievesgeorgics.blogspot.com/

i did once have a marginal interest in horticulture, viz: the choreography of italian rice planting

... and so on and so forth ...

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=j-HNZLg6ntI

not much change out of a united states treasury bond down at the chip shop tonight then ? ...

stockwell underground station as it looks now

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Charles_de_Menezes

might this qualify as a religious experience ?

a catenary intersecting an ellipse ?

ampere way, west of croydon

fold up those deckchairs, winter iz a cummin ... the tide is still out in nine elms

3BT from the last week

An undulating hillside of newly cultivated yellow soil, framed at the top with dark straggling pines, is so evenly drilled-and-tilled that it flashes past the corner of the trucker’s eye like braided hair.

The wind rips great flurries of orange and yellow beech leaves that swirl across my dazzling sunlit path as I drive on a straight street towards a brisk and unhappy looking young man with harmoniously dark red hair who seems too pre-occupied to be aware of his moment of solitary beauty.

On a darker morning, the massive mast of a cedar tree is almost black behind veils of driven rain whilst the busy silhouette of a great woodpecker methodically rat-a-tats an upward dance from base towards crown.

a dark and rainy stay-in-and-read day on putney heath

The Meteorological Office tells us that, "A deep low pressure just north east of Shetland extends a complex frontal system back through the North Sea and England with a second low centre formed over southern Ireland. This is bringing heavy rains to England with some strong winds as shown by the tightly packed isobars around the south coast. North of the fronts the isobars are much slacker hence there are lighter winds".

Just the sort of day when you would leave your yachting cap on its peg and welcome in to your mahogany study Alain de Botton's sweetly good-humoured and occasionally sharper than lemon-juice taster ... once the maid has lit the fire and drawn the curtains, of course.

a sunny day in dorking

magnesia and arrowroot

a procession of curious birds ...

In the noisy car park of a supermarket besides Gatwick Airport, where I am taking a rest from driving. My new truck has a CD player and I am listening to Alan Bennett’s History Boys, which has many little ironies that I enjoy, and the sweet sonorities of two fine actors, Frances de la Tour and Richard Griffiths.

Just in front of the truck, a busy magpie with a few scraggy grey feathers around its neck and wing-tips arrives and perches in a small tree, but ignores the tumult of bright berries and hurriedly swoops to the ground to investigate something that I can’t see, and then flies off.

Moments later, a jackdaw with a silvery head and an icy stare, flies in, and also investigates the same patch of ground, possibly double-checking, having seen the first visitor from afar.

And when he flies off, a larger crow takes a turn, even though he’s already carrying something in his beak, white and circular, rather like a communion wafer, which he makes no effort to eat. He too, finding nothing, departs.

In itself, this little trinity of treasure seekers seems almost to be an esoteric allegory which narrative I am unqualified to interpret, but then ten seconds later comes a fourth visitor, and one I hardly expect to see so close to crowds of people; a gaudy jay who only stays for a second or two but delights me most of all with his fine feathers and the eloquent way that he almost mimes his curiosity.

books do furnish a room

stop press: insomniac rearranges deck chairs on titanic ...

life processes visualized

when you find the slideshow by clicking on the link below, click on frame 16 for an astonishing animation on the subject of protein synthesis, neuronal firing, cell development, etc

http://www.sciencemag.org/vis2008/show/