Above it All


London’s  Shard of Glass, the only building above the fog,  with a little salt saturation to taste.  It’s bit dull around here in winter, so I will have to be a bit inventive.  I apologies in advance for all the suffering that will cause. 🙂


Sun Genie

Sunrise Geni- Enh

The Sun Genie wriggled from the ground, did a quick John Trovolta dance move in the sky and used his laser vision to zap breakfast. Especially for those who can say contrails.  🙂


Sunrise, Evening and Sunset

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Breakfast Fire An Evening Tranquility with a Valley in the Sky The Mysteries of Approaching Night. The diagonal contrail is one of these new supersonic ducks on a test flight. Thank you for visiting and may you enjoy your sky. … Continue reading



Always unique and the beginning of a new day with all its possibilities.  Isn’t it a wonderful thing to live in a world that not only makes life possible but can also make life worth living.  We who are fortunate, have much to be thankful for.  Enjoy your day.   And, another picture.


Our Lady and Star of the Sea – Greenwich

Our Lady and Star of the Sea. As viewed from the west high point of Greenwich Park.


History and Pictures.

Stained Glass.


Cinderellas and Christmas Trees


There are many things that may be said about living in a city.  I should know, I’ve said most of them.  But, after dark, the dusty old Cinderella is transformed into a lawn of glimmering lights.  Here and there can be seen a Christmas tree in repose. 

One is encouraged to think, that there is a cheerful sense of fellowship and persistent goodwill amongst friends who meet and even between strangers.

I am reminded of a poem by Wallace Stevens called “Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock”.  Although, I think at the end he found the remedy.  It is a poem best heard with eyes closed, but you can always imagine.

The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches tigers
In red weather.


Wild Skys

Even in the city, one can still feel attached to the wild places.  Connected to them by a wild sky.

And, a lake of sun fire too.



Shard of Glass – London


Night Sky – Bright Dome


Night Sky – The Dome