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Making bunting for the garden make everyone smile.
28th May 2012
Notes: 3
Sundays in the sunshine are lazy and green.
Inky printing from a lino cut I just finished.
There is shade and there is warmth under the canopy. Under the bunting.
Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself Wednesday. On a Thursday.
Hands and lock. I found these looking for something else. I think they were from Coral Reef, by Mike Nelson. But I can’t be sure.
Bluebells, from the garden. As picked by Flo.
Today is the first day I have been back on the bike. It is hard, and my legs have forgotten what they are meant to do. From now on, my mantra will be the words of Jens Voigt. Shut Up Legs.
The North Downs, from the south.
It is always nice to drink tea in the Sixth floor Cafe of Tate Modern, with your good friend on a Friday.
There is something ironic about this photograph. The good luck which the horseshoes bring, versus the fact that there are two of them. Two, and not one. Something I have lost.
It is wet and the tennis courts are empty.
Sometimes a weed appears. And you pull it up and you pull it out. And you have to be strong. And you have to know to try your hardest to make sure it never comes back.
The Vollard Suite, by Picasso, at the British Museum is amazing. Brilliant, expansive, awe inspiring and amazing.
