The domed roof over the entrance rotunda of the National Museum + a couple of other architectural images. The “Keep Left” one might go with my “keep right” one from the Metropolitan in NY, or it might be a recommendation to the recently elected Labour party here in the UK who have tried so relentlessly not to frighten anyone with their leftism.
There are a lot of these contradictions in terms. Would a true gentleman ever really frequent a gentlemen’s club? Almost by definition, not. Would a club for true gentlemen require CCTV?
The gap between the wealthiest and the poorest has grown to levels not seen in a century.
Alternately, in black and white:
I’m planning to enter a contest themed around the concept of “utopia,” Thomas More’s famous place-name from the Greek “no place” (but punning on “good place”). I have chosen to work on liminal spaces, those that are on the threshold between one place and another, spaces that are not places. Here, I present some recent candidates from my perambulations around Farnham. Click any of the images below (in the browser, not email) to see them larger.
The trip described in the last couple of posts was taken about a month ago – we were going to be walking along St Cuthbert’s Way in Northumberland, from Wooler to Holy Island/Lindisfarne. From the Berwick-upon-Tweed train station we were taken by taxi to our first night’s resting place in Wooler. After checking in, we took a walk around town. (Click any of the images below to see them enlarged.)
We took the train a couple of stops to Ash Vale in the Borough of Guildford to walk a short trail in the Ash Ranges (military shooting ranges).
Continuing my walk along the South Bank after seeing the Sugimoto exhibit at the Hayward Gallery, I came again to the Tate Modern with, for some reason, this quotation from the end of Voltaire’s Candide struck in lights on a frame at the back of a lawn where pigeons flatly rested. Uncanny.
