A Prominent Mainer

This Photograph of Thomas B. Reed is from Sauk Valley Media. The third chapter in Barbara W. Tuchman’s ‘The Proud Tower’ is entitled ‘End of a Dream – The United States: 1890-1902’. I finished reading it this afternoon. It can be no coincidence that she closed her period with the year in which the gentlemanContinue reading “A Prominent Mainer”

All My Ducks In A Row

On a bright, fresh, and crisp morning we took a drive into the forest. Slanting sunshine set the thawing frost glistening and lengthened shadows. We tried a visit to Tanner’s Lane. This meant driving between rows of parked vehicles with no turning space. I walked while Jackie turned back. We had imagined this little hiddenContinue reading “All My Ducks In A Row”

On The Brink Of December

On a bright and sunny morning I wandered round the garden in my shirtsleeves. Individual titles of these views can be found when accessing the gallery with a click on any image. The last two pictures show a Japanese maple before and after it had been pruned by Aaron and his A.P. Maintenance team whoContinue reading “On The Brink Of December”

The Talented Tattooed Tiler

This morning and into the afternoon Darren Gregory (Facebook Page DG ceramics) tiled our kitchen. Darren is cheerful, friendly, fast, and efficient. After cleaning the surfaces to be covered, Darren applied a ridged primer on which he carefully fixed the individual tiles. While waiting for the panel behind the hobs to dry, the craftsman repeatedContinue reading “The Talented Tattooed Tiler”

Highland Games

Late this morning we visited Mum in Woodpeckers where she continues to thrive. This time she availed herself of the blanket provided. Afterwards we drove into the forest for a picnic in the car. The day was cooler and overcast. From the bridge on Rhinefield Road I obtained enough light to photograph reflections in theContinue reading “Highland Games”

The Menagerist

In her Foreword to her ‘The Proud Tower’, Barbara W. Tuchman states that ‘this book is an attempt to discover the quality of the world from which the Great War came’. First published in 1966, this is largely a collection of previously published writings gathered together. The first, entitled, ‘The Patricians – England: 1895-1902’, describesContinue reading “The Menagerist”

Head To Head

On a bright, crisp, afternoon Jackie drove us to Bisterne Close, where she parked and sat in the car while I wandered into the forest with my camera, rustling the dried autumn leaves, across which the low sun cast long shadows. One lone cow wandered off into the distance. Golden gorse glowed; a few beechContinue reading “Head To Head”

Up The Lane

This morning I finished reading the justifiably Pulitzer Prize- (for Non-Fiction, 1963) winning work ‘The Guns of August’ (1962) by Barbara W. Tuchman. With painstaking research, shrewd judgement, and skilful prose, the author analyses and describes the first month of the First World War. We are so accustomed to books and films about the madnessContinue reading “Up The Lane”

Lucky For Pigs

On a gloomier and warmer afternoon than yesterday we took a drive into the forest. The pannage season has this year been extended into December. A group of snuffling, snorting, competitive, piglets on the muddy verge at Ibsley burrowed as far into the leafy coverlet as they could to emerge with acorns from the treeContinue reading “Lucky For Pigs”

Clogged Up With Visitors

This afternoon I printed photographs for Aaron, Mark, and Steve, of their tree-cutting work of three days ago. Some profile pictures are about to be changed. Late on a very dull afternoon we drove to Keyhaven to catch the last of the meagre light. There is so very little graffiti in the New Forest thatContinue reading “Clogged Up With Visitors”