Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

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 »

A walk to the station #17

Wild flower growing out of retaining wall

We recently moved house, and so now I have a new walk to the station. We haven’t moved far, so the station remains the same, I just approach it from a different angle. It is peculiar how even the most familiar places feel a little strange, uncanny even, when you see them from an alternative perspective. Read the rest of this entry »

Dead Flag Blues

Old flags hanging

Winding my way around the backstreets near Holborn Viaduct I came across a trade entrance to one of the buildings that loomed above me.  Read the rest of this entry »

Strangely Warmed

Walking past the Barbican, towards the City, I came across a plaque. I enjoy these official, and often semi-official, markers of London’s past.

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