15th June 2022 What is it about reflections that makes them so compelling? Hudson River in Stillwater, NY Is it the reflected image? Or the fact that the water is still? For once, Grant was able to pull off the road . He was keen for me to photograph the bridge struts. And I am … Continue reading Still water
2nd February 2022 It's hard to see in the photograph but as we were drinking in the sky yesterday morning, we noticed what I have previously called a "snow bow", though I see that our friends to the north refer to them as "snow dogs". It was a glorious sky for most of the day. … Continue reading Birds I knew
1st June 2021 Yesterday I mentioned a lady who was afraid of birds. She was a close friend of my mother. They endured WW2 together in London, though I hardly heard either of them speak of it. Her name was May Petrie. My brother and I called her Aunty May. She always looked very smart, … Continue reading Remembering May
You were left hanging on Elephant Island. Not a place you really want to hang out! We had been told to expect Macaroni penguins, but they were constant no-shows, so when this little chap made an appearance, Tim joked that he was he was the cruise director's "token" Macaroni. Baby elephant seals are cute Adults, … Continue reading Original red hats…
Gazing out the window at towering cumulonimbus is making me nostalgic. For a number of things. Does everyone associate clouds with flying? I do. I remember being up there, in an aeroplane, either high above the clouds or, quite often bumping through them on descent, especially to Bangkok, in the rainy season. That was always … Continue reading Clouds
An insufficiency of sleep and a dull ache in my head persuaded me to lie overlong abed this morning. I did not, however, doze. At first, a scenario played out in my thoughts, for the story I have been writing. Easiest for me to be creative when I am least likely to be disturbed. Then … Continue reading “Wet” Wednesday
Ta Phrom, Angkor, Cambodia For something different, today I decided to post some of my dad's photographs and a short extract from my memoir of Angkor. Giant treesNandi, The BullThe Bayon 12th CenturyOne of the gates to Angkor Thom It was so still, there among the giant trees that were consuming the ruins of Angkor. … Continue reading Treasured memory
When I see the rising moon, It takes me back. A lifetime ago, I watched that moon. Rise behind another hill, So far away, So long ago. That was the dawn T'is twilight now. Where did it go So fast? Had we known then What we know now, How different Things might have been. Is … Continue reading Moon madness?