My Everest...

Done, dusted, packed and posted. The wedding invites I've been working on were sent on their merry way last week and The Happy Couple are well... happy with them: so I can rest easy now. Phew!

"We all get dressed for Bill..."

I finally got a chance to see the wonderful Bill Cunningham New York this week-I was so excited I practically skipped into the cinema.

This isn't a film about fashion; but about the remarkable man and artist behind the lens, his passion and appreciating the unexpected beauty that life often throws at you. It really is an outstanding and heartbreaking creation.

Here's the link to the weekly online audio version of Bill Cunningham On the Street, narrated by the lovely man himself.

Found

Unloved things that I have adopted from the car boot sale...

Ghostly...

The Harr. Well, that's a new one.

The Harr plus Portobello beach: now that is an odd combination.

We could hear the sea, but not really see it. We could hear other people on the beach, but not really see them...

We tried to imagine what it would have been like to be on one of the creaky old wooden sailing ships a long time ago. Not very nice and very scary was our conclusion.

The oddest and possibly one of the best days at the sea side.

Spring is on it's way....

...Honest.


W.Eugene Smith. The First Day of Spring, New York circa 1957