
‘Green/ Blue’

‘Green/ Blue’

‘Fancy Perch’

‘No Straight Lines In Nature’
…man succumbs to temptation!..

‘A Bridge Over The Canal’

‘Down To The Underground’
… go down, get across…

‘Art Deco Doors’

‘Love Locks IV’
Following on from the previous three posts, the padlocks of conspicuous ardour continue to multiply.
Parisians, and visitors to Paris, clamp their metallic love tokens en masse to the fences on the stairs leading up to the grand cathedral of Montmartre.
It’s seemingly endless, as love is supposed is to be. I sort of wonder though how many of the locks have survived the relationships they signify!
Or I can take more positive view and just be glad of actual signs of love in a world that can always do with more love…

‘Love Locks’
…chain it to a fence perhaps, but love will not be locked down…

‘For You, 60!’
An old friend of mine turned sixty today.
With an underlying message of “onwards and upwards”, I sent this image to her.
It shows the rear of the rather splendid Sacre-Coeur Basilica in Paris, where I had visited recently and my friend had also gone a few years ago.
I love the way the tower catches the light and emerges from the shadowed mass of the lower parts of the structure, pointing to the heavens. Clouds drift by the building’s static lines; time moves on.
I used a standard Apple filter to make this phone pic “pop” a little, but, hey, it is a birthday celebration after all!
Onwards and upwards!

‘On The Prowl’

‘A Reader In The Park’
There is something serene about someone reading in public, seemingly oblivious to those around them. And how enjoyable it is to have the sunshine light the pages as they turn!


‘Circles & Baubles’

‘Eternal Rest’
…sleep well then…

‘Eternal Light’
…there is a light that shines always…

‘Dans Le Jardin II’
…spring rose in the Jardin du Palais Royal, Paris, yesterday – gorgeous and life affirming…

‘Eiffel’

From the things I just don’t get department, I present this pic of padlocks, many pink and heart shaped, affixed to a fence atop Penang Hill in Malaysia.
Apparently, there is a bridge across the Seine River in Paris, where so many other star-crossed lovers have done the same thing that the bridge itself is sagging under the weight of thousands of padlocks.
If a lock is not a metaphor for entrapment and being hemmed in, I don’t what is.
Sinking bridges speak for themselves!
Call me a curmudgeon, but I don’t understand it…. and, on a purely aesthetic and functional front, pink padlocks are just plain f**king weird…