Art Imbricated

N Michigan Avenue, Chicago

These planters with sculptural plastic flowers in among the real flowers surrounded the base of one of Chicago’s iconic skyscrapers, the Hancock Building, if I rightly remember.


South Street, Farnham

A nice thing about Farnham is there are lots of flower boxes all over. I’m no sure who maintains them, I guess the council, but there’s always a profusion of colour everywhere you go. This box is on a little bridge over the River Wey about a block or two from my flat.

North Berwick Street Scenes

North Berwick, Scotland

We had some lunch at a beach-side stand and walked back through the town to the train station to return to Edinburgh. Click on the pictures below to see them bigger (if you’re seeing this in email or social media you may need to click the post title first to get there).

Edinburgh Still Life

I also shot a couple of still-lifes, reflected self portraits and other items along the way. Click any of the pictures below to see them bigger (clicking into the post or post title first, if that doesn’t work).

Predannack to the Lizard

Continuing on our way from Mullion we progressed from Predannack to Lizard. Here is a set of mostly unremarkable holiday snaps that hopefully conveys the beauty of the area and the riot of colours we encountered. (If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.)

B and B

I often post a “hotel room view” out the window. In this case we were staying at a lovely Bed and Breakfast, the Kimberley in St Agnes. Here are a few pictures from the room featuring the play of light through the blinds and on the walls. If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.

Holywell Bay to West Pentire

From Holywell Bay we followed the Coastal Trail to Kelsey Head, Porth Joke and West Pentire and Polly Joke before completing our circuit. We saw marvelous wild flowering (a woman we met said the pink ones were sea poppies). If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.

A Host of Golden Daffodils

West Street, Farnham

In New York, for the last several years, early Spring has been heralded by hordes of tulips (I don’t remember when this became a thing; it definitely wasn’t when I was growing up). In Farnham, it seems to be daffodils which, unlike NYC’s daffodils, are growing wild everywhere you look.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.