GIRL WITH CHAIR He is sitting on the rim of a wood planter box that houses a smallish palm tree providing no shade on this warm day, and looking away from where I am standing. My camera is a second away from capturing this perfect shot. An image photograph for a potential sketch. One... Continue Reading →
TALK TALK TALK "The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax Of cabbages - and kings - And why the sea is boiling hot - And whether pigs have wings." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, Ch. 4
No, she never wanted to be a burlesque dancer. What she wanted and only because he asked was a china teacup and saucer preferably English and old, blue or orange or both. Her immediate vision was that it was to be similar to the small collection they once had. The collection he took with him... Continue Reading →
Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling safe in the “historical fact” arena because I’ve taken liberal liberties with wording and comments…the curious art researcher and enquiring mind bubbled... Continue Reading →
The day couldn't have been darker, colder, more foreboding or windier. What did we expect? It was, after all, the East Sussex seacoast in early spring; a perfect day to get out of the cottage and explore the neighbourhood in spite of the dreadful weather. Right. The residential hill behind the train station looked straightforward, and looked straight... Continue Reading →
My Reader is so excited...a trip to Ireland and no bags to pack! There will be no tickets to buy, no baggage fees and best of all...no jet-lag once we all arrive. Accommodations will be provided by MeticulousMick (you OK with that MM?), and I'll buy the first couple of rounds at the corner pub.... Continue Reading →
There’s something to be said about the English language. Language can be directionally challenged. Final destination or designation unknown. Which brings me to My Reader who is currently knee-deep in the “to-ma-toe” versus “toe-may-toe” dispute. Having said that...add nuance, syntax, stuff and other stuff. The question is: Is it allowable to be knackered in your... Continue Reading →
A year ago, my best bud Jane and I traveled half-way around the world, London, England, to visit three of my best girlfriends and their families, travel the South Devon coast, and soak up the love of lasting friendships…and satisfy my longing of a country I once called home. My Reader knows where to find... Continue Reading →
It is a dark and rainy night. It was also dark and rainy today. Portland "gets" 120 inches of rain supposedly in a three-year span. In case you, My Reader, are interested...forget the three-year span and think...today. Rain coming down in sheets. From above. From the side, back and front. No matter. Which makes being... Continue Reading →
It wasn't as if we starved while on holiday in England which resulted in a serious loss of pounds...as in weight-pounds, not money-pounds. Safely said, we walked off all the clotted creams, lattes, teas, sweets, cakes and chocolates we consumed. Our walks along the South Devon Coast not only afforded us stunning vistas of Ladram... Continue Reading →
Jots from a Small Apt. 