
As always, I was as taken by the interior design and architecture at the Tate Britain as I was by the art shown there. Of course, the grandeur (and symmetry) of these temples of art makes a strong statement of its own.


As always, I was as taken by the interior design and architecture at the Tate Britain as I was by the art shown there. Of course, the grandeur (and symmetry) of these temples of art makes a strong statement of its own.


The Royal Pavilion filled us with conflicting feelings: on the one hand it was gorgeous, ornate, beautiful, rococo, inspiring beauty; on the other its luxury and opulence were disgusting condemnations of the inequity in human societies.




We put off visiting the Royal Pavilion for a long time. Who wants to gawk at the opulence of oppressing royalty. Eventually, on a dull, grey day we submitted to boredom and went.









We visited the old lighthouse and its museum where we learned about the fresnel and I took pictures from a number of angles, attempting to capture the colors passing through the prisms. We also visited the adjoining lighthouse keeper’s home and ascended the stairs and took a look out the window across the bay to San Diego.





The lobby of my block of flats has these modernist lights suspended from the 1st floor (that’s the 2nd floor for Americans). I took a couple of pictures of them from the stairwell about halfway between. Both images are in colour but I’ve shifted the colour balance to make them match better.


