Although we had timed tickets for a Monday morning, upon entering the Lee Miller exhibition we were met by a scrum just to get close enough to read the introductory text. This continued, annoyingly, throughout the otherwise excellent and well curated exhibition, breaking Miller’s career into 11 phases. As we wanted to see it all, it took 2½ hours, patiently waiting for other viewers to move on before we could stand, briefly, in front of each image.
A visit to the book fair at the Tate Modern, organised by tutors at school.
“Offprint London returns to the Turbine Hall for its eighth edition. From 17 to 19 May 2024, it will host independent, experimental and socially-engaged publishers in arts, architecture, design, humanities, and visual culture.” more…
When we finally emerged from the Musée d’Orsay, the crowd waiting to get in had swelled. And there was a queue snaking its way down the stairs and out to the street below. As much as I enjoyed it, it was a relief to leave the crowds of tourists behind.
This was the queue we were asked to join for people who had tickets for the same time as our tickets. My tourist foreboding was rising. It was only about a 10-minute wait as they regulated how many people could squeeze through the revolving door at a time. Inside we started at the top with the ever popular Impressionists. It was wall to wall people and almost impossible to look at the paintings. One young woman had fainted and was lying on the floor with her family insisting she was fine. We quickly escaped to less crowded floors. Click any image below to see them bigger.
This past weekend, the Gostrey Meadow was host to a carnival with crowds of celebrants on both hot, sunny days. More to come.
of these faces in the crowd
Crowd picture for illustrating Pound’s haiku (line above) taken at Farnham’s Christmas Market last weekend.
Some more candidates for the Pound haiku?
Staying in the April, 2009 archives
We went for a tramp in Central Park’s Ramble last weekend (he got away – badum-tsss).
There’s a lot of hullabaloo about the barred owls that have appeared in Central Park lately. It’s apparently pretty rare for the city to host an owl and with two people are going crazy with the need to personally see and photograph them. I managed to snap a couple shots of each that are not terribly well done (using a long lens, nearby, out-of-focus foliage obscures the birds somewhat and they refuse to look in the portraitist’s direction.
Back in the day it was Londoners rather than tourists. Methinks Boris would do well here. Kodachrome by my father sometime in 1955-56 while he was in the (US) Army – full story here.
Click any image to see them all embiggened.
