Shoes again

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My new shoes on their way to London with my legs. The rest of me is very hung over. 42% whiskey seems like a good idea at the time.

Tripping

These are my new psychedelic tripping shoes for my trip to London to see the Queen. The spot on my cheek is healing nicely, so she might fancy me.

Mermaids

This morning I am photographing mermaid mosaics at the Cyrenians.

Stuff

Jean's Legs

Iphonetograph

Holmfirth Art Week

If you go to Holmfirth Art Week and see only 2 or 1 of my pictures, that's because the guy who hangs them thought it would be a good idea not to hang them together.  Here they are together.

Me and Joe (Grandson)

There is a distinct lack of discipline in this afternoon's photography lesson.

A Poem for Sunday Morning

IV - REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.

Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
`Who'll beyond the hills away?'

Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.

Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey's over
There'll be time enough to sleep.

A E Housman