Sea weed. Alone. On a beach. Little Howrah Beach, April 2011. It's hard being tired all the time. Sea Poppies , by H. D. Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to bleach on the boulders: your stalk has caught root among wet pebbles and drift flung by the sea and grated shells and split conch-shells. Beautiful, wide-spread, fire upon leaf, what meadow yields so fragrant a leaf as your bright leaf?
A quick meeting is usually a good meeting. St Johns Park, New Town, April 2011. A trip away does not stop the run of books. Mixed fortunes in my selections this week. The first, Double Indemnity is considered a genre – crime – classic by James M. Cain. The film is probably better known than the book, but both are excellent. A brief but complex novel captures beautifully the tale of ordinary-guy-gone-wrong-at-the-hands-of-a-woman . It’s a gripping read, and (if you’re lucky enough to have the luxury), the kind of novel that you could pick up and finish in one sitting. Highly recommended. Decidedly not recommended is James Buchan’s Heart's Journey in Winter . Another genre novel (spies, Cold War and whatnot), it’s a dull read, poorly told. I can’t summon up the effort to say any more about it…
Seal at play #1. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. As I might have mentioned previously, we’ve just spent Easter in Melbourne. One of the delights that we took in during our stay was the zoo. Of all the animals on display, I particularly liked the seals Seal at play #2. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. We got a good look at the Australian Fur Seals , from both above and below. Seal at play #3. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. It’s a large display, with plenty of space for the critters to swim about the place, in both sun and shade (hence the different tones of the photographs). Seal at play #4. Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. If you do find yourself in Melbourne, and enjoy watching animals at play, you could do worse than a day at the zoo!
It’s blue. It’s cold. It’s very, very big. Calverts Beach looking south to Antarctica. February 2011. When I look out over this kind of vista, I tend to reflect on the sheer magnitude of the ocean; the vast and varied life that can be found within; the size and power of all that shifting water; our very fundamental insignificance in contrast to the enormity of the depths. Or I think about boobs. One of the two.
Rock on. Little Howrah Beach, Howrah. April 2011. Last time it went something like: Hobart → Sydney → Bangkok → London → Bath → London → Paris → Grenoble → Milan → Rome → Venice → Vienna → Prague → Berlin → Nuremberg → Frankfurt → London → Singapore → Sydney → Hobart Next time I’d like it to look a little more like: Hobart → Sydney → Bangkok → Munich → Nuremberg → Dresden → Berlin → Hamburg → Warsaw → Krakow → Budapest → Bratislava → Vienna → Prague → Kutna Hora → Berlin Singapore → Sydney → Hobart
There was this guy. And there were these chickens. Oh, and there were a bunch of rabbits. So there was some kind of argument about something. I think that it was over chocolate. And eggs. T This guy's dad wasn't happy. It had something to do with fish as well. I’m pretty sure that it had something to do with loaves and fishes. Or chocolate fish eggs maybe. Anyway, the rabbits eventually must have won and these chickens got nailed to this guy. I think. Anyway, his father wanted to prove a point. Yeah, his dad wanted to prove a point and that’s why they nailed the chickens to him. Because he sinned. Or we sinned. Or maybe the chickens sinned. Or something. The father sounds like a bit of an arse really. Nailed them to a cross I think. Something like that. S o we eat chocolate eggs delivered by rabbits in bonnets and there's nothing good on TV.