Would love to say this is how I'm spending the afternoon, but in reality I managed maybe 20 minutes before the fear of wasps had me scurrying back indoors.
Still, it does the pasty white legs good to get outside, now and again!
Would love to say this is how I'm spending the afternoon, but in reality I managed maybe 20 minutes before the fear of wasps had me scurrying back indoors.
Still, it does the pasty white legs good to get outside, now and again!
Forest of Spirits
Bit of fun for Friday afternoon.
Lens: Viltrox 13mm f/1.4 XF Wide Angle on the Fuji X-T30
Let's make this Friday a fun day. Forget about all crap that's happening for just one day.
I'm off to take some photographs of Pubs and then encourage people to visit one... or two!
On days like these, what's not to like? Not a cloud in the sky and feeling warm to boot. Watching the world go by along the promenade at Roker's Cat & Dog Steps, Sunderland in North East England.
#england #sunderland #coast #seaside #sunshine #april #landscape #photography
The red sandstone tenements lining Dumbarton Road in Partick, Glasgow, in the late eventing sun.
The documentary artist & illustrator Jenny Soep attended the 2007 festival & captured “The Burning of Scotland” as it happened – visit her website to see the sketch
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Alastair Reid performed “Scotland” for the last time at the StAnza Poetry Festival in St Andrews in 2007, in an event now known as “The Burning of Scotland”
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https://web.archive.org/web/20210515104933/past.stanzapoetry.org/stanza07_archive/burnscot.htm
The whole documentary is available to watch online from the Leman Productions archive: Alastair Reid reflects on 30 years of writing for the NEW YORKER magazine, & his remarkable literary friendships with Robert Graves, Jorge Luis Borges & Pablo Neruda
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In this extract from A Restless Content (1996), made to celebrate his 70th birthday, Alastair Reid – reclining on a hammock in his Greenwich Village apartment – delivers his poem “Scotland”:
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What with the weather being so beautiful in Scotland at the moment we are legally & morally obliged to post
It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet,
when larks rose on long thin strings of singing
and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels…
—Alastair Reid (1926–2014), “Scotland”
published in WEATHERING: Poems & Translations (EP Dutton, 1978)
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I love how Glasgow's tenements look in the sunshine. These 1870s blonde sandstone ones are on Woodlands Road on the west of the city.
Just caught a glimpse of Serine Andersen rocking a bikini on the beach, the sun shining bright in her eyes.