#103: Ice cream van
‘It was the colour of someone buying you an ice cream cone for no reason at all.’ – Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?
‘It was the colour of someone buying you an ice cream cone for no reason at all.’ – Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?
‘You’re a rotten driver,” I protested. “Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn’t drive at all.”‘ – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby I don’t care how old I am, sitting at the front of the bus is still the best seat there is!
‘A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.’ – Victor Hugo, Les Misérables Passed this garden when out for a walk in North London and thought that it was pretty fantastic… …so I took two photos of it!
‘And now, I’m just trying to change the world, one sequin at a time.’ – Lady Gaga
‘Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he’ll tell you the truth’ – Oscar Wilde
‘If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the “Fuck you” signs in the world. It’s impossible.’ – J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye I have become a bit delirious on my night shifts as the additional, pleading ‘please’ at the bottom of this really amused… Continue reading #98: Sign
‘Admirable, however, as the Paris of the present day appears to you, build up and put together again in imagination the Paris of the fifteenth century…define clearly the Gothic profile of this old Paris upon an horizon of azure, make its contour float in a wintry fog which clings to its innumeral chimneys.’ – Victor… Continue reading #97: Notre Dame de Paris
‘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…
‘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…
‘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…