Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

The Yacht Tavern, Erith

Etching of Erith 1865

Seymour Haden sits on the balcony of the Yacht Tavern, Erith. Seymour Haden, the famous etcher and surgeon. Two very different jobs, on the surface, and yet, on reflection, there are some similarities. The scalpel and the graver look interchangeable to the layman. Both occupations require precision, decisiveness, delicacy.

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A new garden

I am a broken man. This is not some sort of existential breakdown, well at least not directly, more that we spent the three-day weekend beginning the task of turning our garden from a space into our space. And now I ache. Deeply. Everywhere. Read the rest of this entry »

Man/City

The Antony Gormley statue Resolution stands on the corner of Shoe Lane and St Bride Street. Upon its unveiling in 2007 the artist explained, “Seen from afar it looks like a man, from close up it looks like a city.” Read the rest of this entry »

The inherent melancholy of the supermarket convenience store

Aisle of supermarket convenience store

The supermarket convenience store is defined by an absence, by what it is not.

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A walk to the station #18

blossoming tree

I think that suburbia can have a reputation for being impersonal, lacking a sense of community or togetherness. I suspect that is sometimes part of the appeal. I also suspect that you can feel just as isolated in cities or villages or any other metropolitan area. Read the rest of this entry »