#96: Winchester Cathedral
‘Architects give us temples in which something marvelous is obviously going on.’ – Kurt Vonnegut, Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons Another old photo from roughly this time last year…
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#95: San Francisco
‘I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care’ – Tony Bennett, I Left My Heart In San Francisco This time last year…
#94: Sheep
‘Baa-ram-ewe! Baa-ram-ewe! To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true! Sheep be true! Baa-ram-ewe!’ – Dick King-Smith, The Sheep-Pig It’s a bit of a ridiculous picture today of my mother’s Easter decorations…
#93: Scarlet ibis
‘Competence is such an exotic bird in these woods that I appreciate it whenever I see it.’ – House of Cards I have to admit to an odd fascination with taxidermy. I can’t just walk passed…
#92: Vieux Lille
‘Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.’ – Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
#91: Seagull
‘Sittin’ in the morning sun I’ll be sittin’ when the evening comes Watching the ships roll in Then I watch them roll away again’ – Otis Redding, (Sittin’ on the) Dock of the Bay I crept up on this seagull on the ferry as he surveyed the port. He looked very indignant when he spotted… Continue reading #91: Seagull
#90: Macaron
‘Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.’ – Mick Jagger Peering in the window at Méert, Lille…
#89: Graffiti
‘Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.’ – Hunter S. Thompson
#88: Companion
‘How we need another soul to cling to.’ – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath The village church has a somewhat tumbledown graveyard and I have only recently discovered this pair – husband and wife, leaning against each other. Is this by design or have they fallen this way in the centuries since… Continue reading #88: Companion
#87: Easter dawn
‘Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.’ – Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray Every Easter, the church on the hill above my parents’ house has an… Continue reading #87: Easter dawn