someone's screaming for peace in sidney street. No one notices.

Me and my wife. Walking.

All the pretty horses

Brockenhurst, Burley, Beaulieu, Lyndhurst.. Horses and bikes have priority over cars in the New forest. It seems to be a good time of year to visit and must be even better when the leaves are turning. We stayed in a farm house in Beaulieu.

there are some real weirdos around

Rumi

Once, a tiny ant saw a pen moving on paper
And tried to tell the mystery to another ant.

“It was so amasing how that penpoint
made beautiful pictures of tall basil leaves
and beds of roses and lilies.”

Another ant suggested, “The real artist, though,
Is the finger. The pen itself is
Just an instrument.”

A third ant said, “But
Consider further. Notice there’s an arm above
Whose strength controls the fingers…..”

The argument went on, up and up, until the chief ant
Said,
“Do not regard any accomplishment as proceeding
from any material form. All living forms become
unconscious in sleep and death. Form is
just the clothes of the spirit.”

Thai Dragon!

Medium size (15cm).

Safety First.

ah. DIY. Making a huge mess, annoying the neighbours, balancing on top of the stairs with crazy long pieces of flooring....this is a national obsession, apparently.

Selling dragons

They're alpacas in Henley. We were selling , pashminas, silk and handbags (and dragons; see photo).

Stockmore Street.

This is a nice painting of sunrise at Angkor Wat (Cambodia) on the side of a building in East Oxford. The temple was built in the 12th century and looks much the same today as in this painting (less water, more tourists).

Keith Jarrett Koln Concert.

Beautiful music that stays fresh and new over time.
Found after 1 year lost in the bermuda triangle (Ant and Kay's flat!).

The parade of ants

“I laughed because of the ants. The reason is not to be told. Do not ask me to disclose it. The seed of woe and the fruit of wisdom are enclosed within this secret. It is the secret that smites with an axe the tree of worldly vanity, hews away its roots, and scatters its crown. This secret is a lamp to those groping in ignorance. This secret lies buried in the wisdom of the ages, and is rarely revealed even to saints. This secret is the living air of those ascetics who renounce and transcend moral existence; but worldlings, deluded by desire and pride, it destroys.”