September’s Happiness!

From left to right”

1 – Great sign in an empty parking lot.

2 – Daylight tax?

3 –  A very small close up of an extremely large project I’m working on.

4 – “Always eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed- no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres in your skull.” – Orwell 1984.

5 – “Sisters are different flowers from the same garden” – Anon.

6 – You might say it’s just the underside of a skirting board, I say it’s beautiful!

7 – Redwood.

8 – …”drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air / That freshened from the window, these ascended / In fattening the prolonged candle-flames, / Flung their smoke into the laqueria…” – T.S. Eliot A Game Of Chess.

9 – Lost your head?

10 – Bird.

11 – I believe I stumbled across this somewhere on Essex Road N1

12 – lonely page from a book spotted on the street.

13 – Peeking.

14 - Sea waves are green and wet,

But up from where they die,

Rise others vaster yet,

And those are brown and dry.
They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.

She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.

Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.

- Robert Frost Sand Dunes

15 – She faces the sea.
16 – Dry land.

17 – Black sheep.

18 – Waving not drowning

19 – The Gower in Wales.

20 – “Nobody sits like this rock sits” – Albert Markovski I Heart Huckabees

21 – Horizon facing

22 – Brighton Mosque

23 – “It’s up to me now, turn on the bright lights” – Interpol NYC

24 – The Old Queen’s Head.

25 – Breakfast for squirrels.

26 – “There are a dozen views about everything until you know the answer. Then there’s never more than one.” C. S. Lewis That Hideous Strength

27 – Birdwatching.

28 – The first leaf to fall.

29 – The Lemon Tree.

30 – When you are old and gray and full of sleep

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with false love or true;

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing faces

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

And his his face amid a crowd of stars.”

- W. B. Yeats When You Are Old.

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