Category Archives: apricots
getting up….
Warm scented early mornings with bare feet on smooth tiles are the longed for moments. Like childhood summer holidays each day is fraught with the fear of this contentment passing, of being returned to the pleasant from the sublime. The hot night has … Continue reading
not getting it……
There’s something clearly very sexy going on here. Fruit can’t help being sexy because that’s what they are. They’re the fruit of some tree’s loins and they look like sex. The one moment that I remember from Ken Russell’s film, “Women … Continue reading
Sunlessday……
Long summer days with rain pass slowly with the dullness of a nagging pain. Sixteen hours of twilight.The kitchen is unusually sombre. A bowl of ripe apricots is today’s sun.
les jolies fesses de l’été….
When coming out to play the sun takes care to put on its hat but Mother Nature is less coy. The sensual fruits of summer are short lived so their pleasures should be wolfishly enjoyed before their bloom is replaced by putrefaction. Apricot is delicious … Continue reading
Last summer whine..
The silence after the hubbub of Sunday lunch is like the white noise that fills the brain as a general anaesthetic takes effect. There’s a mixture of narcotic pleasure in the cushioned lushness of the collapse from consciousness, combined with … Continue reading
Sponge cakes keep sticking to my bottom…
“I’ve tried everything” is a phrase often mouthed by those frustrated in adversity. What is startlingly clear to the listener is that, indeed, everything has not been tried. Among the things that have not been tried is the right thing. … Continue reading
Every picture does not tell this story..
There are occasions when only words will tell the story, not necessarily momentous occasions, although with the passing years I treat the moment of waking each day as increasingly momentous, but simple daily events that move me. Eating a very … Continue reading
The Colour Violette…
On the way to La Rochelle there is an Oasis, set in a shady clearing by the roadside, that is only open for the summer months. L’Oasis is a shack, the open side of which is filled with trays overflowing … Continue reading
Stoned…
Having had such a good time with the cheese and flies, it seemed only right to see how the next thing that came to hand would fare in the atmosphere of my newly chosen shooting space. These apricots were the … Continue reading