when i woke, at three-thirty, the rain was rattling down mercilessly, but it eased off as i began to pedal to work and, a half an hour later the roads in nine elms were dry and the night-lads had come out of their refrigerated warehouse to snatch a few minutes sleep on the comparitively warm pavement
on the way down to worthing i passed through a couple of squalls but it was only after my first drop at the cheeseman's quayside warehouse on shoreham harbour that the sky began to lively up
by the time i drove by the promenade at hove, people were stopping to gape at the colours and i leapt from the van just in time to take this view of the approaching storm ...
Friday, August 19, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
eric ravilious serendipity
one of the best birthday cards that i had yesterday came from the loved one, showing a painting by eric ravilious of a third class train carriage interior with a view towards the westbury white horse.
a most appropriate choice for me because i'm a wiltshire lad,
because i have happy though vague early memories of travelling in similar carriages during the early nineteen-fifties,
and because train journeys still occupy a significant portion of my dreamspace
this morning i went image searching on the net and the first ravilious painting that i found was the "corresponding" view from "up on top" of the white horse, looking down on the train!
when you've finished looking at eric's work, do go and find some of the images by james, his son, a most wonderful photographer
a most appropriate choice for me because i'm a wiltshire lad,
because i have happy though vague early memories of travelling in similar carriages during the early nineteen-fifties,
and because train journeys still occupy a significant portion of my dreamspace
this morning i went image searching on the net and the first ravilious painting that i found was the "corresponding" view from "up on top" of the white horse, looking down on the train!
when you've finished looking at eric's work, do go and find some of the images by james, his son, a most wonderful photographer
Monday, August 15, 2005
A lucky mistake
A despatcher's mistake took me back to Brighton this morning, a day sooner than expected, and the sea was luvverly an' blue. After my drops were complete, I went down to the rocks ( by the white houses I call Millionaires' Row ) for a quick swim, and was delighted to find some hard working birdiez down by the water line who were hungry enough to ignore me. Its a struggle to get clear shots of birds with a small wobbly camera but this one seems OK.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
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