Coming Home |
Coming Home
'The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.'
(Philip Larkin, Aubade)
January, like a sodden, thick blanket thrown over my head. This endless season. Choices to be ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:10:00 GMT |
Jordaan in April |
Laser's graffiti on the other side of the Bloemgracht: 'hunger and work in a savage tribe'. Ice-blue sky and a head cold - on my own in a town as mean as any other, just because it's pretty does...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 14:44:00 GMT |
Marooned |
MAROONED
A door creakin, car goin by, Miles' trumpet bubblin up into the air somewhere as I look out onto the loch and the gentle hills beyond. The sky the palest of blue and the wisps of grey an...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:52:00 GMT |
Purple days |
Purple Days
Took a hike along the strand at Mersehead, a long stretch of sand on the northern coast of the Solway Firth, where the light is intense and the scape is empty and wild. The tide out fo...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:49:00 GMT |
Grey daze |
Grey Daze
Grey. The colour of the sky and the whites of my eyes. The crimson leaves of the cherry tree are beginning to yellow and tumble and fall in the autumn wind and rain. This ain't a day to v...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:46:00 GMT |
Andalusian Blues |
Andalusian Blues
Andalusian blue. That remorseless sky, throbbin with a terrible heat, cloudless and endless, makin you want to hide. Anywhere. You can't get away from it. Cicadas everywhere you tu...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 06:27:00 GMT |
