Art in Jamaica Street

These pictures were painted on hoardings in
Jamaica Street.













The one below wasn't in Jamaica Street.

It was a vision that appeared to me as I did the
washing up.

I thought I'd share it with all you internet chaps.




... and who's he?

Stone Flowers

This week I are been moostly making flowers and stuff out of stones.

Autumn Stuff

Gardens as seen from above.




Clevedon Pier. Across the water you can see another land called America (or Wales, to be strictly accurate). The buildings on the other side are Llanwern steelworks, I think.


Tree and flower display on Clevedon sea front.




A sign in the sky. Telling me to eat hot-cross buns.


Autumn scene.


Spider related incident. I'm prepared to come forward
as a witness.

An Amusing Misunderstanding

SG reports: At the Tesco metro a customer (possibly Scandinavian) asked the checkout worker (possibly Polish) for toothpicks; she then asked someone else (possibly West African) who asked someone else (possibly English) who went off in search of the product.

Moments later she returned with a tube of Tippex.

They were all very amused, apart from the poor Scandinavian woman who now has to whiten her teeth with correction fluid.

Visiting Railway Stations with Colourful Murals

Do you like visiting railway stations with colourful murals?

Then why not visit Montpelier station in Bristol?

It is a railway station with a colourful mural.

Sunflowers

Not very exciting.
Pretty though.

Re-Bloggerisation

My Cat



Re-Bloggerisation

The people at Blogspot noticed my blog wasn't up to scratch and sent me on a nine-week intensive re-education course.
I am very grateful to them for doing this.

I now realise my previous errors and will strive to do better in future.



Little acorns.


The Sky. You may have seen it already, but perhaps
not these bits.







Greenbank Sunset.

Arts Trail

It was the Arts Trail this weekend.


Death in Greenbank
A man with a pixellated face lies on a bunk bed
representing a grave.

I've nothing against people with those sort of faces,
but they seem to be involved in a lot of crime.


Unknown painting in a house near me.














There is a web page with photos of the event

Easton Arts Trail

Dark

(click for larger picture)

This week I've been looking at the dark. I think you'll agree that this dark is quite dark.
To get that shade of dark I've had to spend hours in a coal cellar wearing sunglasses.

Blurred Things

Have a guess what I've seen this week!!



Yes, I've seen some blurred things.


And I've got the photos to prove it - Look

Frog

My garden is awash with frogs. The other day I could see seven in one go. Unfortunately most were the out of focus kind(frogius outoffocusiusius). This one wasn't. Isn't it cute?

Sky

Fern

Back again again. The internet has returned and this time I hope it will stay.

In the meantime life has been pretty exciting. For example, I saw a fern the other day.

Ooh, let me look it up on Wikipedia, just to pad things out a bit...

Or better still, just look it up yerself at ferns
It's a bit boring.

That's one thing I did miss during my time in the wilderness - being able to look at Wikipedia.

Back Again!

The Sky

Lockleaze Tower, Stapleton Church and Foxgloves on my Allotment

Yes, after years in the non-internet wilderness, I have returned to update my blog.
It's been an exciting time. I've been to my allotment on several occasions and it is covered in foxgloves.
It's also been great re-acquanting myself with other people's blogs.
I'm glad to say they haven't changed a bit.

Springs of Greenbank

After some weeks of unusually hot and dry weather, it has been raining heavily.
The birds love it.





Manhole cover

Montpelier Wildlife Site

The link below is to a wildlife diary for Montpelier (an inner-city area of Bristol)



Montpelier Wildlife

Basingstoke bus station

Samuel Johnston said: "When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life".
Perhaps the same could also be said of Basingstoke bus station?

I think I'm being watched

For tips on how to make images like this, read
"How to Use Photoshop Really Badly" by
Hiram Z. Beenmeister III, Duffer Press.

Stolen Joke

This joke is in the current issue of Private Eye. I thought it was very funny.







Private Eye website

Standing Stones nr. Wick

From "Unbeaten Tracks of the West" P.E.Barnes 1931

Between Upton Cheney and Wick, a mile distant from the latter village, in the middle of a pasture field off a by-road, stand two huge stones.

The ordnance map, accepting tradition, names them Druidical stones, and Druidical stones probably they are.

Their tops are lichen covered and the weather of centuries has smoothed their surface here and there, and stunted them and chiselled out notches and segments, and left them scarred monolithic veterans, isolated and deserted , sole survivors of a pagan temple.

And there is a tradition that somewhere near them lies buried a golden calf.

You hear and read a lot about the stones of Stanton Drew, in Somerset. You rarely hear mention of these of Wick, though, forsooth, they may be as old as Stanton Drew's , and relics of the same paganism.


and further on...

They are fairly close together. They are five feet or so in height. Beneath them is a fallen third, almost completely buried.

What height stood they out of the ground originally? Who can tell? Where were the others that ran in avenues or in circles? Who can tell?

All we see are these two lichen-crowned and scarred survivors. They look pigmies compared with the great stones of Stonehenge. They are undersized even compared with the stones of Stanton Drew. Is that because they are of stone that has been far less defiant of age? Or was this monument here, this pagan temple, this sacrificial site, or whatever it may have been, of so much less account, so much smaller than the others?