My Soul.I summon to the winding ancient stair;Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,Upon the breathless starlit air … WB Yeats Named after the Yeats poem and staircase, the Winding Stair Bookshop and Café overlooking the River Liffey and Ha’penny bridge became a famous Dublin landmark in the 1970s andContinue reading “Winding Stair”
can be told be told by old doors. This one, patinated and weathered, the Mediterranean Blue paint revealing its age – and enhanced by a fusion of fresh new growth – in Andalucía’s Torrox Pueblo A thing of beauty is a joy forever;Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bowerContinue reading “Many A Tale…”
On a deserted Balcon illuminated by moonlight there are just four people visible. Three are unknown, the one on the extreme left is a sculpture of the late king Alfonso XII who actually named the balcony during a visit after the big earthquake that hit Nerja in 1884, observing that “this is the Balcón deContinue reading “Nocturnal Balcón de Europa”
Shot during one of my French workshops, in which a couple of the participants can be glimpsed taking a well earned coffee break in the little cafe…
Watching the watchers: in the Sunny South East of Ireland, the seaside resort of Tramore began life as a humble fishing village, that developed rapidly with the arrival of the railways in 1853. …for the subject of the watcher’s attention – see tomorrow’s post…
…in the old part of Frigiliana inhabited by the Moors before and after the Reconquista.
It’s been said boredom always precedes a period of great creativity, perhaps the sculptor caught an apparently dozing Molière just prior to a burst of great inspiration ! Known by the stage name Molière, Jan-Baptista Poquelin (1622-1673), was a French playwright, actor, and poet, widely regarded as one of the greatest writers in French and worldContinue reading “Theatrical Boredom…”