Visiting Smithfield Market at the weekend, I came across this wonderful church: the Priory Church  of St. Bartholomew, founded in AD 1123. as part of a monastery of Augustinian Canons. 
Bartholomew was one of the Twelve Apostles, brought to Jesus by Saint Philip. He is reputed to have brought Christianity to Armenia where tradition states that he was later flayed alive and crucified head down.
It is necessary to mention that, being such an ancient church, it is not as grandiose as it appears in these images, but it is rather an intimate, small and dark space. And as it is the intension, the windows above the altar give most of the light, expressing the idea that there is only the one and only light from Heaven. A sacred place inviting you to meditation and prayer...

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Black Moon over the marshes
Small object turnes into landscapes...
Blue pot and portraits
This self portrait should in fact have a subtitle "After Ricardo Perez Alcalá", a Bolivian artist considered to be one of the best aquarellist of Latin America, born in 1939 and died 2013, born in Potosí, Bolivia. In his later years he stated: 'I used to paint what I saw, I now paint what I imagine', very close to my own perception of 'not WHAT I see but HOW I see it'
But Crow Crow
"Man could not be man nor God God. The agony Grew. Crow Grinned Crying: “This is my Creation,” Flying the black flag of himself." Ted Hughs
The adobe house
Somewhere in the Bolivian Andean valleys, Cairoma
A memory of Bewl Water
Epiphany
"That there must be some epiphany that makes it possible for even the dullest  and most deluded of us to accept not only  what is unacceptable but unimaginable. The absolute terminus of the world. Which will not wonder even for the briefest second what might have become of us." Cormac McArthy
Blue bowl and cherries
Cherries and a blue bowl, not being the season I hunted for both. The generosity of Badger Badger, a coffee restaurant in Deptford, London, provided me generously with the bowl.
Apples in a frame
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The Patna
The Patna was a local steamer as old as the hills, lean like a greyhound, and eaten up with rust worse than a condemned water-tank. The beginning of Lord Jim's troubled journey
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