Going back to the theme of minimalism, I took this image a few years ago whilst on a wine tour of Bordeaux. After the tasting, the empty wine glasses on a white tablecloth were irresistable. I have a couple of other images from Bordeaux that will find their way on to the blog until I get my backside in gear and go take some new ones.
I am annoyed with myself. One step to the left would have made a huge difference, but I am not sure it was possible. Anyhow, as mentioned in the previous post, at sunset there was an art display projected on to the Opera House. The display was called Water Light, by an artist called Badu Gili.
Kept safe on the sand,
The low tide and mooring lines
Keep her from drifting.
Hopefully you are comfortable with the pronoun. She identifies both as a boat and a female, which is why most boats have female names. Except this one, which is a fishing boat and therefore has initial letters to identify the home port followed by a number.
But the real question is what came first? The boat or the mooring as the main point of interest. It was the rusty mooring loop. Now you know.
Bridge across the Trent.
A thoughtful gift from Michael.
Hard to gift-wrap though.
A pedestrian bridge across the river Trent at Burton, a centre of beer brewing in the Est Midlands of England. A little flamboyant but it has stood the test of time.
Strong against the storm,
Home for the high and mighty.
But peasants can look.
Is it a castle? Well, no it isn’t. Although it was originally built as a castle after the Norman conquest, it is now a faux-castle stately home located in the Vale of Belvoir, belonging to the Duke of Rutland.
I find it odd that Nottingham Castle very definitely looks like a manor house or stely home, and yet a stately home just a few miles down the road looks distinctly like a castle. But at least we peasants are allowed in the grounds to have a look round.
