Another Lens artist window
I nosed through one of these windows.
of the Hotel de Ville, Marseille.
And I was able to see right across an empty room that was being renovated, to this pretty window and it’s shadows.
So I thought I’d share with Leya and you of course!
On A HOT DAY IN PROVENCE
A dog’s got to do what a dog’s got to do.
When I’m away from home, I always miss Flora and George, so I talk to strange dogs just like I talk to strange people!
Lens-Artist Photo Challenge
Thanks Leya, everyone loves windows!
A unusual window above, to me, even more unusual blue roof tiles.
A high, partly obscured window.
I can’t remember ever seeing a luthier’s window.
You have until next Friday to join this weeks challenge, Leya would be pleased to see you, she has Polish windows.
Paula’s Thursday Special, Frontier
Paula at Lost in Translation is making a flying visit this week with a Thursday Special challenge, with five words to choose between, I’ve chosen ‘Frontier’.
Am I the only one that hears a place name like Ouagadougou and wants to go there? The answer is probably yes, unless you say otherwise!
I didn’t cross the border, and the advice for Burkina Faso is currently only essential travel. This was as close as I could go when I took this photo.
There are four more choices this week, gushing, aperture, triplets and tapered, perhaps you’d like to join in?
A Contrast of Elderly Men
I met Bill couple of days ago and I must admit I was relieved, it’s been weeks since I last saw him. It was a foggy morning, 7.45 and I was on my way to work. I heard him before I saw him, although he didn’t sound quite himself. He has a string of people he talks to on his way to and from the local shop, mostly women with nice smiles.
Over the years I’ve seen him go from walking slowly to using a stick, then a wheelie frame with space for his bread and milk. All change again, he purred towards me in a mobility scooter, grinning from ear to ear. We were equally happy to see each other, he told me that his scooter cost £240 and his friends had chipped in to help pay for it. He laughed when I complemented him on his choice of bright, shiny blue, that matched his sweater. He’d hardly been going anywhere until he got it.
He looked tired bless him, but he’s still looking after himself and can scoot to see his lady friend now. The last time i did see him he told me proudly that he won’t see 90 again’
Here’s a post from a few years ago about him.
I’ve tried to speak to an elderly man who lives around the corner and walks to the local shop most days but he doesn’t make eye contact with me at all. I always smile hopefully. He leans heavily on his stick and is slow as if in pain. He must be well into his eighties and seems so miserable and alone. I wonder if he has anyone in his life. It’s not just me that he ignores – there is another man his age that he passes by without any acknowledgment.
Elderly man number two is a darling. He has a beaming open face with a warm smile and I also see him most mornings, in fact if I miss him for a few days I start to wonder. He also has a stick because he has very bad joints. He’s very happy to talk about his ailments, he has…
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Street Art Series
Graffiti writing and street art are often confused with one another. Both are subversive art movements where work is displayed in public rather than a gallery setting. While graffiti artists place their work in public, generally speaking they are not interested in the public understanding their work; they want to speak to other graffiti artists. Street artists want everyone to view and be engaged by their work. They are trying to make a statement. Graffiti writing and street art are closely related contemporary art movements, however, they differ in terms of technique, function and intent
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I’ve decided to do an occasional post of street art, so the quote is for anyone who is uncertain of the difference. Like many of you, I love street art and find some graffiti interesting.
I’m kicking off with this on from the trendy Cour Julien and I’d love to know your feelings about street art.
Happy Thursday!
Wordless Wednesday
Matron’s office all stitched up
A few weeks ago I went to Wild About Wool, an event at Poltimore house. One of the things that touched me was the room that had been the Matron’s office. It had been decorated by some of the people showing their yarn work, both knitting and crochet.
It would be lovely if the decorations could stay in place while rebuilding continues, the room needs cheering up.
Just a quickie
Because I wanted to share tonight’s sky at the valley park with you.
Lucid Gypsy 