We’re entering those wonderful mid-spring evenings which are cool and lush, and get pleasantly chilly a little later with the fading of the sun. That is the time to find the coffeepot, and enjoy little sips of a very hot beverage along with the breeze from a cool window.
And in the fading light, New Yorkers can now be forgiven for thinking that that thing... really is... a cup of coffee in the road...?!
From the suuuuperb blog nyclondon comes this set of photos of Neri’s table and chair on Hampstead Heath. I would post one of the nyclondon photos you’ll see there, but I haven’t the heart.
tags: [london] [photography] [writing] [sculpture] [art]
...already in my garden. Or rather, over the fence. Standing outside a few minutes ago, I heard a loud leathery flapping sound from a tree and at first thought 2 birds were fighting. But no.
I was a shameless voyeur as two pigeons, perching on branches close to each other, flew off and towards each other, beating against each other (heh, pardon the pun) and perching again. This went on for a couple of minutes until the female — shameless hussy that she was — took up a position on a branch in full view of every house in the neighbourhood. I’d like to be able to say that she tried to defend her virginity. But this is the start of the breeding season, so...
Birds must have really shit sex-lives, however, as it was all over in 15 seconds. The female flew onto the school roof, and the male stayed in the tree and went “coo-COOO-coo, coo coo” over and over. Clearly pleased.
Nicked from things magazine, a true site for Londoners: tubemap.org. Pick a tube station and go forth into the surrounding streets, taking photos. Jonathan, Scott and Owen in particular, this is your chance. And Jay, if you get enough time away from the cookies.
This month is also US National Poetry Month, and so as well as reading some great new work (please do check out the title-poem of Seamus Heaney’s new collection, and no he isn’t American but he’s good!) glory with Gothamist over Whitman. And listen to Garrison Keillor. Daily.
tags: [sex] [birds] [london underground] [photography] [poetry]
spring (n.)
7. A source, origin, or beginning.
8. b. A time of growth and renewal.
— Answers.com Dictionary
A day of bright sun and gentle melancholy today as I slowly close a long weekend in which Jonathan has been visiting. As usual, a mix of homeliness and activity, happiness created and shared, enduring bonds. And at his departure, the knowledge that more friends need to be caught up with, more distances need to be travelled, and reached across with the heart... so it feels like a true new year. A feeling, not yet familiarly comfortable, of newness all around. Truly spring.
tags: [spring]
