Sunday, 25 July 2010

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.

Saturday, 24 July 2010

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.

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Mermaids


This morning I am photographing mermaid mosaics at the Cyrenians.

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Stuff


Monday, 5 July 2010

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.

Sunday, 4 July 2010

Me and Joe (Grandson)

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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