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From one of my favorite museums The Wellcome Collection.
A recent train journey. I always try to get a better view of that little ruin when I take this route but it's sort of tucked away on a cliff and it's always so quick. I think it looks like a painting. When I was on the same journey last year not far from that same spot there was a field of sunflowers at the very edge of the cliff and looking down was the sea. Over the sea was a rainbow. It was absurdly picturesque.
I arrived into my home station at the same moment that I finished reading the last page of To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. I'm not sure that anything will be able to touch the supreme beauty of The Waves but it was an excellent book none the less. It's maybe a shame that I read The Waves only second after Mrs. Dalloway but I think I shall still be able to appreciate all of her books I have still to read.
How did he know? she asked. The wind often changed.
The extraordinary irrationality of her remark, the folly of women's minds enraged him. He had ridden through the valley of death, been shattered and shivered; and now she flew in the face of facts, made his children hope what was utterly out of the question, in effect, told lies. He stamped his foot on the stone step. 'Damn you,' he said. But what had she said? Simply that it might be fine tomorrow. So it might.
Not with the barometer falling and the wind due west.
To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other people's feelings, to rend the thin veils of civilisation so wantonly, so brutally, was to her so horrible an outrage of human decency that, without replying, dazed and blinded, she bent her head as if to let the pelt of jagged hail, the drench of dirty water, bespatter her unrebuked. There was nothing to be said.
These are from the Imperial War Museum. I have such a fascination with the way paper looks, not just books but any kind of document or beautiful scrap. And why did I get so excited to see the enigma machine? I know nothing about cryptography at all! Somehow it made me feel really thrilled though. I have oddly noticed that half of my "holiday" pictures are usually of bits of paper that you cannot even necessarily read. Maybe it's just the appeal of marks on paper as I also enjoy making.
I got up really early today to practice Ashtanga yoga at 6.30am. I'm trying to start a daily practice but I'm building it up slowly as it's very intense and I'm trying not to wear myself out so I'm doing maybe every second day for a while or whatever I can fit in with work and things. It felt amazing to be to see the sunrise just as I left class. I noticed on a walk today that someone has "planted" all the old Christmas trees that must have been out for the rubbish collection. Makes them look very sad doesn't it? They could have made a little forest. It's a strange thing to do really, not planting the dead ones but cutting so many down. C'est Christmas!
Talking of trees there were many uprooted in the recent storms we had so it's very sad to see even more dead trees. I thought these chopped up ones looked like weird little owls.
The insides of the trees and all the rings are very beautiful, they are a little blood-like.
Time as he passes us has a dove's wing unsoiled and swift and of a silken sound.
Best to you guys and thanks for all the lovely messages, I really appreciate it, you guys make my day very often xx
P.S. Cherry is working on something for the near distant future.
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yeah. super beautiful. I had only been there once before.
When you come to NY (not if, but when) we need to go to a museum together. mark it down. 
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I have a similar fascination with older paper things - and I tend to hold onto them simply because they are interesting. You'd have enjoyed exploring the house that my uncle sold out of the family a couple of years ago. It was built for an ancestor of mine three generations ago who was a factory owner. In the attic were the business records for the shoe factory for all 45+ years it existed. Most interesting were the ledgers where the receipts for goods and services were pasted in scrapbooks alongside a tally column. So fascinating to see receipts for goods and services long since gone from trade (buggy whip, horse cart repair, etc.). I rescued as much as I could load into my station wagon thrice, but in the end I removed only half. Sad to know that the rest of the 100-150 year old historic records were pitched out by the new owner. I simply couldn't take it all.
I found a season ticket ot the local RR (that ceased operation to Boston in 1959) from 1874.
Thanks for the updates on your adventures; I always look forward to reading.
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such lovely pictures!
JAN 13, 2012 12:24 PM
Thanks for this!
JAN 13, 2012 01:11 PM
Dear Ms Lee
on receipt of your latest missive, and after due consideration may i please request that please, one day, not now, or necessarily in the next week or month... but once... please .... post a blog along the lines of..." shit, drank too much last night, feel a bit fuzzy... not much to say, ate toast an marmite for breakfast"
ur prose and descriptive skills combined with the way you add visuals from your images just make the rest of us feel totally inadequate
.... that image from the moving train together with the description is just fucking awesome!
... and then u tease with Cherry who is in a strange way my muse cos of her constant posting of wonderful creativity!
please i beg of you that you to post something other than "awe inspiring" to allow us mere mortals to feel like we have a chance at posting something that might at least sound in intelligent
....*goes and pours another glass of bison vodka to drink while watching sci-fi on telly while browsing tattooed beauties on t'internet*.... ummmm.....lol
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