New love blossoms, pure,
There is a Victorian cemetery near my flat, and I walk through it most days on my way to the Underground. I love the walk — the peace only broken by the caw of citrus-coloured parakeets (there’s a colony nesting in the trees) and rustle of leaves as squirrels chase each other around the headstones. This squirrel played statue while I took his photo — can you see him?
Spring literally arrived overnight. The sun came out and spread carpets of snowbells and crocuses over the fresh green grass.
And, here and there, a flash of yellow, as daffodils unfurled.
a street away from the bustle of London on a busy weekday morning. Just me and the squirrels and carpets of flowers.
I’ve spent a lot of time these past few weeks doing dutiful things — moving to a new flat, work stuff, teaching — and I’ve passed my camera looking at me balefully on my shelf on my way out the door. So I hived myself off to Kew Gardens yesterday to look at orchids. As you do.
“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale, her infinite variety.” Thank you Shakespeare.
I was primarily in Morocco on a rug-buying jaunt for clients, so didn’t have as much time as I would have liked to slow down and take in the atmosphere. But I did catch a few moments here and there.
A quick lunch in the Fes souk…
…the view from the Fes café…
…people watching in Marrakech…
…while enjoying a nus nus coffee…
…knick knacks for sale in the souk…
…and carpets, lots and lots of carpets… I was in search of the lovely white and black Beni Ourain wool carpets of the north…
Animals were a regular part of the scenery…
…Ifrane’s famous limestone lion…
…and storks industriously building nests anywhere high… They particularly like phone masts.
And, of course, there were flowers…
Just back from a quick trip to Morocco and it was a revelation. I’ve been there more times than I can count, but never in February. And February in Morocco is beautiful. The snow still caps the mountains, the sky is a clear blue, the fields are green from the winter rains and the almonds blossom pink and white in the valleys.
February in Morocco. Ssshhhhh. Let’s just let it be our little secret.
The sky was a fantastic blue today, so I headed into London to see the Taylor Wessing Photographic Portrait Prize exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery, then had a wander around Trafalgar Square. There is something about the winter light which is so crisp and pure on a sunny day. I didn’t have my Nikon with me, but I couldn’t help but play with the camera on my iphone.
I liked these nattily dressed young Londoners.
You’d think you were in Canada, what with all the flags on Canada House.
The blue chicken! Oh, the blue chicken! Love!
And, of course, Landseer’s lions.
Nelson (he’s up there somewhere).
A broad sweep.
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