Six calla lilies, six images
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The Self - beheaded
I imagined my death this morning:
In a car crash or by a bullet.
I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while.
Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government,
of how expensive life is nowadays,
And I felt better, a little bit good.
I meant to tell you that I am really ill.
As if without skin, hurt by the air around,
wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams.
An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head
and doesn't leve me alone.
Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live
crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can.
[Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]
Sunset over East London
Old buildings in the sunlight
Old buildings in a Sicilian sunlight and the passage of time...
Toledo in monochrome
The bricks and mortar of Toledo, its streets and a bridge.
A Spanish Village
Looking through some old images once discarded now revived...
Kohlrabi - a Still Life
Following the rules of Dynamic Symmetry, a humble root vegetable...
The Elham Valley: The church of St Mary & St Ethelburga
This is the last stage of our walk from Elham to Lyminge in Kent. The fine church of St Mary and St. Ethelburga y Lyminge
Two nails
AS the title points out: two nails...
Eight postcards from Doddington Place Gardens
Doddington Place has been the home of the Oldfield family for more than a century. The many-gabled brick house was designed by the Victorian architect Charles Brown Trollope and built around 1870 for Sir John Croft of the port and sherry family.
A clover leaf
The leaf of clover and the Aloe Vera plant on my kitchen window sill...