Redux

Gaza Sphinx
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Because the premise is a lie … was always. Because family feuds are worse, civil wars not and because antisemitism is not exclusive when it comes to who the semites are … because Trump is, Netanyahu is … not …

And so people die. And live without hope … and now less … if that’s possible.

And not to aesthetisise anyone else’s pain, and not to ignore the ancient greek’s misogyny … why is this shit still going on … I’m not naive, just sad and angry.

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A Wet (and very White) Weekend in Whitby

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The Doomstone, York Minster.

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Whitby Abbey.

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sheer drop
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No shit …

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18th century three-decker pulpit in St Mary’s.

Stopped off at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park on the way home.

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Tony Cragg’s pieces from A Rare Category of Objects are almost designed to be photo­graphed rather than engaged with.

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See what I mean?

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A pair of burgers from Matthew Day Jackson’s eerily abject Magni­ficent Desol­ation.

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A crowd of graphite ware figures, all look the same to me, don’t shoot …

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… part of Zak Ové’s 80 strong crowd — Black and Blue: The Invisible Men and the Masque of Blackness.

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And on the way out through Jaume Plensa’s Wonderland — on the threshold of nowhere.

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On the Rocks

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Asleep at the helm … a not-so-subtle Brexit reference … the wreck of the RMS Mulheim which ran aground in Gamper Bay near Lands’ End in 2003, when the chief officer tripped, fell, banged his head and passed out. She was eventually broken up and thrust into Castle Zawn where she remains.

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A partic­u­larly dull photo­graph of the Long Ships Light­house on Carn Bras off Land’s End. That is … until you look at it full size and see the Scillies on the horizon. A full 28 miles away but clear as day … never had such visib­ility here.

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Enys Dodnan … home of the handsome, fearsome black-backed gulls.

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Slit arch at Nanjizal Cove.

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Beautiful, filthy waterfall on to the beach.

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On the inland route back to Sennen we foraged for deliciously ripe sloes, filling our empty lunch box with future christmas cheer. The fennel vodka is already maturing … nom nom nom.

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Incredibly intense cornflower blue … cornflowers at the side of the path, Centaurea cyanus.
And eventually, safe back in harbour … long before sunset for once.

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Old Dog

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A Gatekeeper, Pyronia tithonus, a girl down from the moor.
I am gradually acquiring a very basic reper­toire of common butter­flies. So far, this year I have learned 5 new tricks. Good dog.

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Almost as numerous as the Red Admirals — the Peacock, Inachis io.
It’s not nick-named the butterfly bush for nothing … Jeez.

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A Small Tortoise­shell, Aglais urticae and then lastly a Speckled Wood, Pararge aegeria, up from the valley.

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Luxuri­ating in a beautiful echo of summer down here.

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Swamped

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Just wandered out to get an image I needed of the sky and found the buddleja covered in butter­flies, including this beautiful Painted Lady, Vanessa cardui. I didn’t know they were migrants too. Along with the geese and the cuckoos and the robins and the starlings and the …

I’ve got a horrible feeling that if we ever did stop all freedom of movement we’d die of lonely silent hungry thirsty brain-dead BOREDOM.

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