Another photo essay, from a recent visit to the USA. I’ve just got back from a 2,000 mile road trip from Austin to New Orleans and back, with my old friend *ndy and his delightful DLW, D*. We were hitting multiple music festivals on our route (of which more photo series to come), and as…
The more I see Brexit’s Andrea Leadsom, the more I am reminded of Carly Fiorina (the US business leader who forced the HP acquisition of Compaq, and more recently attacked Hilary Clinton and Planned Parenthood in a particularly unpleasant way). She has the same unshakeable belief in herself, the same glossy self projection, layered over…
My dear father, Harry McAughtry passed away on 8th February this year, and his funeral was held at the quiet Kentish church in Halstead on 19th February. As always when he was involved, the occasion brought together family and friends, but this time to share in our loss, and remember his life and his influence…
We are all so sad. On the morning of 8th February, my kind, funny, and wise father Harry McAughtry passed away. A quiet hero for me all my life, he was a beacon of honour, humility, and selflessness. Along with my lovely mother he taught us all how to live, and he taught me how…
I am rarely inspired these days. But I stumbled across this and was a bit uplifted. Even in dark days there is hope. And I learned something I never knew about the Koln concert.
Today’s photo:Getting the bread. This shot was taken in Nalliers, on the river Gartempe in the Vienne region of France. The old gent was notably wobbly on his bike, and seemed to be heading out to get his morning baguette. Note: Click photo to enlarge – back button to return. This now works for the…
