Paused at the window of Reader’s Rest on Steep Hill in Lincoln. A poignant moment. Used to love browsing the shelves of this shop. It sold second hand books and it was a real treat spending some kid free time there. When I first heard it was closing I nipped in and picked up a set of Gibbon’s Decline and Fall for forty quid. Bargain. I had meant to pop back and hoover up some editions of the History of England but now it is too late. Ah well. It was worth a moment of quiet reflection. It had been there for thirty one years. Life moves on…
6 April 2013
5 April 2013
Japanese gardens in the sun.
This one is from a trip I made to the japanese gardens in Toowoomba, QLD, Australia.
The botanical gardens there have a few themed areas, my favourite is definitely the Japanese section, I hope this image illustrates why.
Toowoomba is a more regional town in the drier parts of Queensland, they must have a very good watering system as it always looks lovely and green.
4 April 2013
Sancerre, my home away from my home away from home.
As I have mentioned before I visit France regularly. When I do, my destination is usually Sancerre.
My best friend, who as since passed away, moved there from Australia when we were both teenagers and became a winemaker.
I still visit his family there and always have a good time.
This is my favourite photograph of Sancerre, It makes a good wallpaper for my computer to remind me of the good times.
The ten million piece jigsaw
Imagine this to be a ten million piece jigsaw, the work of a lifetime. You get to the end and find that one piece is missing.You would want to count all the pieces before starting just to avoid that eventuality.
On a further practical note this lawn must be a nightmare to mow.
Photo taken at the caff at Eastham Ferry on Easter Sunday.
3 April 2013
Good vs. Evil
Another one from my recent holiday.
I’m not a religious man by any means, but I’ve never been one to let a visit to an old chapel, church or cathedral pass me by.
Today’s entry is from the small chapel on St. Michael’s Mount. It’s a relatively new sculpture, but still a timeless and powerful image. St. Michael himself defeating Lucifer.
It would be rude of me not to credit the sculptress, Lyn Maxwell.
118
Historic number though not logical sitting as it does next to seventy six. Question raiser. Shiny brass on a black satin background.
2 April 2013
tate cafe albert dock
Is it true that all they serve at the Tate Cafe at the Albert Dock is potatoes or have I been living in Lincolnshire too long?
1 April 2013
View of part of Liverpool from the Maritime Museum
Wonderful view of part of Liverpool from the Maritime Museum. It’s a great blend of the historic and the modern.
Soup and fork
Latest in a series of surreal photos not taken by Salvador Dali. A fusion of food and art. click on the photo to find out where we were.
31 March 2013
La Crepe Qui Rit
Probably the most expensive Crepe Suzette ever. It’s clearly a very posh part of the Albert Dock, presumably frequented by media stars and Premiership footballers though I didn’t see any there during our visit but there again it was Easter Saturday so they would have either been getting ready for a football match or away at their villa in San Tropez/Antigua/Isle of Wight (delete as appropriate – do people still go to St Tropez – it’s so yesterday dahling). Out of my league.
Either that or the most expensive typo. If so they must surely have wondered why nobody ever orders the Crepe Suzette.
La Crepe Rit, Albert Dock, Liverpool.
Voila.
Sleigh
Sleigh’s interest in reworking art historical movements, from the renaissance to the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, is reflected in her explicit paintings of male nudes, which subvert the art historical tradition of a male gaze directed at a naked female body. In addition to her focus on gender, she painted individuals affectionately and honestly, often including normalising details such as body hair. In this way she implicitly critiqued the idealisation of the human body in art, aiming to combat its objectification. Sleigh’s female gaze still has a powerful impact and the formal qualities of her painting seem poignantly contemporary.
Reproduced without permission from the Tate Liverpool. You have to ask yourself whether Sleigh would have written this herself. I may be wrong but she probably “just painted”.
Pommes de terre a la provencal
I like a spud: baked spud, chips, pommes Lyonaise, mash, shepherd’s pie, pommes Boulangere, gratin, fried, sauteed, steamed, plain boiled, Jersey Royal, King Edward, Maris Piper, Desiree, Charlotte, Pink Fir Apple, Dauphinoise, roast, crisps, salt and vineegar, plain, ready salted, cheese and onion, beef, roast chicken, jacket, skins, Fondant, Gallette,crushed, Rosti, Parisienne, french fries
30 March 2013
The drill hall
There is something dark about the mask on the wall outside the Drill Hall – especially as dusk is approaching and you can see the light through the eye sockets
29 March 2013
A fleeting moment in history
A collection of videos, once treasured, now consigned to history. Unwatchable though once unmissable, I found little difficulty in discarding. No wistful last looks back, metaphoric glance over the shoulder. Just cold emotion.
