Shore ice on the Mad River, 20 March
from ‘round the house
Photos from yesterday’s walk (with apologies to @davidquigg).
That dramatic overcontrasted view of the sledding hill? Psychologically, that’s totally what it actually looks like. Worn, dark, dirty, fugly.
Three months ago, on a ski in the first fine snow of the season, just after Christmas, I tore my hamstring badly skiing down this ravine. (This photo looks up the ravine.) I came back to shoot it in the rain and try to get the fog floating cupped down in the ravine. Didn’t quite — but walked out fine this time. Last time, left on a snowmobile.
Park
Yesterday’s Pharma
From York, England
Waterlow Park
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One more reason to love this place. And I do I do I do.
Churchill
So named because he stocky, stalwart, slightly hunchbacked, and looks like he has an overcoat on. He feeds daily on oats we scatter on the patio. Sometimes a wee wood mouse joins him.
Date night
Sloane Square, London
These lights were amazing; the blue created a snowlaced canopy, the lights an extra magic: snowy winter, without snow. The photo fails to capture the feathery feel of the whole thing. We saw this as we emerged from the Tube, and it made the whole trip worthwhile.
Good thing. After failing to find the right eatery in a long walk down and then back up King Street, we re-intubated and retreated to the venerable default: Carluccio’s at Leicester Square. Risotto di mare. It’s a good thing.
D N T DISTURB
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Iris, bringing a message
At the British Museum
Highgate Woods
“I’d like to take a walkNot around the block.”
Neil
David Dobbs
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The Highgate parkway, on return from St Martin in the Field
We heard Ravel and Debussy played on the organ there. Cold outside. Church was warm. The Parkway is how we get home from the HIghgate tube stop. Used to be a railroad bed.
