‘t’other day I made a delightful apple strudel – not according to Hoyle but as I remembered or thought I had. Today my brother arrived and between the two of us something happened and then there was no strudel. Today I began again. And because of the words of acclamation that came from my brother I decided to make, again, an apple strudel. So I … Continue reading A recipe for despair.
Dear Maggie, Show how well you can fly. Thank you. But why weren’t you here yesterday when I wrote about the cows? Continue reading Magpie
Do birds fly just for the fun of flying? I’ve thought about that for most of my life. I don’t mean it has possessed me to the exclusion of all the rest of the things a person needs to think about. It is obvious they fly to get from one place to another, or to catch food. But do they leap off the TV antenna … Continue reading My father’s cows.
I was dreaming in bed – as the thunder Crashed through that part of my brain That was shuffling old things in my memory And flushing them straight down the drain – That the butler would bring in my breakfast Poached herring or catch of the day Or banana and blueberry pancakes Or Benedict eggs on a tray. But the thunder I mentioned beforehand Made … Continue reading Breakfast at the Savoy
“Bear, would you like to come for a drive down Pleasant Street?” I asked. “Why? It’s quite cold outside,” said Bear. “Just because I do Bear.” “That’s what you always say when you don’t have a reason or you don’t want to tell me til we get there.” “Okay. You are right. I will tell you as we go.” “Can you see right across the … Continue reading A postcard to Rose from Pleasant Street.
Yesterday and the day before it was all about changing our perception of what we are looking at. Today it is the same. First I will show you what photographs I took and then tell you my reaction. On the wall was the curator’s explanation which included the words, “….the way objects are understood …. shifts dramatically…” I’m not sure that happened concerning the objects. … Continue reading The National Gallery of Victoria #3
After visiting the little people I followed Claudia for two reasons; we had agreed to go together, and she knew where we were going. We headed for the main European gallery. Below is how I remember it. There were usually a few seats to sit upon and contemplate but most people have, in the past, walked through this gallery stopping now and then to look … Continue reading A thunderous earth shaking exhibition at the NGV.
I visited the NGV today. That’s the National Gallery of Victoria. The Blurb that appears on their site starts with the following. The NGV Triennial brings contemporary art, design and architecture into dialogue, offering a visually arresting and thought-provoking view of the world at this time. Featuring major new commissions and recent works that span geography, perspective and genre, the exhibition celebrates the work … Continue reading Melbourne’s triennial of contempory art.
And then there were clouds, threatening as clouds do. It’s been a weird week in Australia and terrible floods in New South Wales in particular. I don’t know what’s worse – fire or flood! West of Ballarat about fifty ks Continue reading Not on Walden Pond.
I was editing one of my photo folders and I’d got to this one. It was me with Matthew Flinders in Donington, Lincolnshire. Andrew Petcher took me on a tour of the area when I was in England in January just prior to Covid-19. I wrote about that back then and I will never be able to thank Andrew enough. For those of you who … Continue reading Bear and Sir Walter Scott.