Long ago and far away. 2018, in the back streets of Ortigia. Before Brexit and before Covid, when holidays were not so unusual. I’m looking back at old photos as a kind of vicarious vacation, an escape from our day to day to yesterday. We’d been here for a couple of weeks, exploring the island and the countryside round about. On this day we walked from Ortigia back into mainland Siracusa to discover the Latomia dei Cappuccini and the Catacombs of San Giovanni. Continue reading “In Siracusa”
A wee film poem nature song. I found this over at Caught By The River. Kathleen Jamie asked the Scottish public to submit lines for a communal poem. She received hundreds and hundreds and knitted them together with help from the Scottish Poetry Library into three films. This is one of them.
David Hollington’s Florilegium continues in the Rowley Gallery window through November. The first thirteen paintings of an alphabet of flowers, from A is for Aquilegia to M is for Monarda, though some have sold and been taken away, others have sold and remain for the duration, and others still remain to be sold. In the meantime David has added thirteen illustrated miniature letters, A to M, half a painted alphabet. Continue reading “Half An Alphabet”
Dido’s Lament is the final aria from the opera Dido and Aeneas by Henry Purcell, performed here by Annie Lennox and London City Voices, first heard a year ago, and now again, more than ever, its echo resonates. Continue reading “Dido’s Lament”
I drove to work early but I arrived late. I’d forgotten about all the extra school-run traffic. It was 9:30 when I got to Notting Hill Gate and my ticket was for 10 o’clock at Piccadilly. I walked through the park, dodging cyclists, dazzled by trees, energised by the green space on our doorstep that I so often overlook, thinking I must do this more often, but knowing I wouldn’t. I should’ve been working. It was 10:10 when I got to the Royal Academy. Continue reading “The Armada”