From the Inn of the Tongue of Auvergne to the eleventh-century church of St Mary of the Castle (Our Lady of the Castle), Rhodes Old Town, Greece.
A Rhodian ceiling in search of symmetry.
Views from an East Anglian at Ippodamou 29, Rhodes Old Town, Greece. Facing due east on 26 September 2018.
'We have neither of us anything to tell; you, because you do not communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing.' In times of confusion, I often turn to Jane Austen for clarity and a pick-me-up. This quote resonated with me last week; it helped put a (full) stop to an ellipsis. Marianne Dashwood to Elinor … Continue reading Nothing to Tell
Long ago and not so far away, was my first home: 47 North Hill, Colchester, Essex, UK. It was there that my sister was born, and there that I was raised to realise that we are our stories. There, too, I learned to respect other stories, others' stories: to understand that history is always in … Continue reading My Back Yard
Dogs Trust: getting human and canine attention in town.
'We are our stories, stories that can be both prison and the crowbar to break open the door of that prison; we make stories to save ourselves or to trap ourselves or others, stories that lift us up or smash us against the stone wall of our own limits and fears. Liberation is always in … Continue reading We Are Our Stories.