Antony Gormley at Winchester - SILENT II “Sound II” stands like a gently glowing sentry beneath the nearly 1,000-year-old stone mass of Chichester Cathederal. It was installed sometime in the late 1980's, part of an effort by the cathedral to introduce contemporary art into the Gothic masterpiece. Antony Gormley's Sound II in Winchester Cathederal Crypt … Continue reading Sculpture Saturday: Gormley
A bus to Ryde (Isle of Wight) through villages and towns, down country lanes and across high Downs, to take a coastal walk along the sands at Appley Beach, a walk full of interest, from dogs on the beach (my favourite was the Caucasian Shepherd which refused to stand still to be photographed) to horses … Continue reading A Ticket to Ryde – and Then a Walk
Speechless in the face of such beauty
A somewhat different view of Angkor Wat
Linked to https://travelwithintent.com/2020/11/21/beauties-once-soaring-fir-tree- Not Yet Christmas, Here Comes Spring. Not yet Christmas, here comes spring. This wasn't here yesterday. Seen from my balcony this morning my neighbour's tree has burst into blossom. Maybe not 'burst' but showing the flag anyway.
This statue to the great French playwright Moliėre is to be found in the town of Pézenas in the Langudoc-Rousillon area of France, where he lived for many years and where his acting troupe came under the patronage of the king's brother, Philippe Duc de Orleans. He is regarded as one of the great comic-writers of all time.
Linked to Debbie's challenge here I'll follow Debbie's example and post a holiday photo also in a Bodega, this one in Arcos de la Frontera, one of the White Villages in Andalucia. Typical Bar in Arcos de la Frontera We spent more time than we perhaps should have in this delightful bodega, mainly because they … Continue reading My Whatchamacallit:
The Oldest Byzantine Church in Crete It definitely was a silent Sunday when we came across this deserted Byzantine church which we later found to be the oldest in Crete. Overgrown with grasses and weeds, it still has charm and I remember well the smell of the herbs underfoot as we explored the near-ruined building.
ALAN ROSS, Poet When I posted my Saturday Sculpture last week (the Memorial to the men of the Merchant Navy who left on the Arctic convoys from Cardiff in Wales) it set me thinking of one of the poets of the Second World War, Alun Ross, whose name seldom crops up in anthologies but whose … Continue reading Remembering WWll Convoys
Lest we Forget - Yarn Bombing, Sandown, Isle of Wight