Thursday, 31 July 2014

Dreams Old and Nascent

The surface of dreams is broken,

The picture of the past is shaken and scattered. 


Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Gentleman's Magazine 1886



       Filey


The white rocks, the extensive sands, the fine curvature of the bay, the snowy foam and ever interesting ocean, arouse excitability, cheering and tranquilizing..


On a mild summer's evening, while I have been towed along the smooth waters of the bay, and while I looked on the rocks and the coast, and the sea all tinged with the rich setting sun..


 I forgot for a time to envy the lot of the traveler who gazes on the superior glories of the Frith of Edinburgh, the Bay of Naples or the Port of Constantinople.

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Monday, 2 June 2014

Everything was going swimmingly


India, Afghanistan, Burkina Faso, Colombia





Monday, 26 May 2014

Byron Cinema, Hucknall, Nottingham


 The last word in cinema construction and comfort...Decorations will be modern and tasteful...



 

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Goodbye to Berlin


Barbara K


“But seriously, I believe I'm a sort of Ideal Woman, if you know what I mean. I'm the sort of woman who can take men away from their wives, but I could never keep anybody for long. And that's because I'm the type which every man imagines he wants, until he gets me; and then he finds he doesn't really, after all.” 

Monday, 24 March 2014

Smoke in the City

 
The Gare St-Lazarre (1877)
 
 

Nothing is permanent, nothing is fixed. There is a freedom to disappear into the city like a vapour. Amidst the anonymity of great urban spaces; all that is solid melts into steam.
 

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Drinking Partners 1942

 
 
"I arrived to find Winston and Stalin … sitting with a heavily laden board between them: food of all kinds crowned by a suckling pig, and innumerable empty bottles....What Stalin made me drink seemed pretty savage: Winston, who by that time was complaining of a slight headache, seemed wisely to be confining himself to a comparatively innocuous effervescent Caucasian red wine.....everything seemed to be as merry as a marriage-bell" 

Monday, 27 May 2013

Manor Road Garage


'We have died, we have slain and been slain,
We are not our old selves any more.
I feel new and eager
To start again'.








Wednesday, 22 May 2013

sweaty palms

Fiery yellow, burning orange, deepest purple and a midnight blue. 

A myriad of twilight colors above the ever blackening silhouettes below; an abiding contrast in a fleeting moment, a sense of completeness in a transient view.

Monday, 18 March 2013

Happy New Year


A trail of whispering clouds pass across the low horizon, with occasional speckles of golden sunlight permeating through their thin veneer - a welcome relief after many days of incessant winter rain. As the late afternoon sky turns to dusk, a biting wind attempts on stealing the attention of a couple sitting on a park bench, in an affectionate and warming embrace. To this sharp decline in temperature, they remain oblivious. 

Thursday, 22 September 2011

the high level branch

























In the year 1851, when all that glittering roof was built, in order to exhibit the petty arts of our fashionable luxury carved bedsteads of Vienna, glued toys of Switzerland and gay jewellery from France - in that very year, I say, the greatest pictures of Venetian masters were rotting at Venice in the rain, for want of a roof to cover them, with holes made by cannon shot through their canvas.

the last night on earth























If its the last night on earth i'm flying away with the flamingos   

Friday, 16 September 2011

Leningrad 1944

We brought out vodka. We sang, cried and laughed. A great work had ended, impossible deeds had been done. But we also felt confusion. How should we live now?

Sunday, 4 September 2011

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Saturday, 12 February 2011



Empty. But still here.




Empty. But still here.

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

green dream


The emerald lawn. That's all he could remember, it was all he had. Perhaps it was because he had been so drawn to it in the first place, as he found the inch-perfect green beryl carpet deeply satisfying; nature standing to attention. A swirl of emerald, dark green with a greyish hue - this he had, no more.

There was something about the Burgh Island Hotel lawn; at the meticulous and delicate hands of an expert gardener it became a veneration of the dazzling yet orderly geometric lines of the new building.

Running water. Edward's hazy emerald dream came to an abrupt end. A stream of water was flowing from the lavish nickel plated taps of his en-suite bathroom. He raised from his bed - too quick - he was out again; first black, then green.

Sunday, 2 January 2011

Tiger


yes i know what you mean when i picked him up
yesterday he done five lots of pooh on the way
home. And when we got in he done it all
over my new carpet so i thought you
had given him something on christmas day
to upset him. Never mind.
Animals do that sometimes. Paul

Thursday, 23 December 2010



Kamila

thin sheets of ice cling to the riverbank

a wisp of cloud for her breath

a dark and hasty water

gently she steps into the boat; an uneven welcome

pulls away from the magnificant bridge;

gold leaf paint and turquoise blue

upstream, the city now distant

she is the ice queen

Wednesday, 2 December 2009



Pump up the jam / pump it up / why your feet are stomping? / And the jam is pumping / look at it get the crowd jumpin' / pump it up a little more ...


Sunday, 8 November 2009

look at this naughty Ford sign, with its soft, bulbous letters and neon perimeter lighting: