Donald Trump Photo Dump

Happy Valentine’s Day,y’all. Some of his finest looks for you to savour in perpetuity… sorry ladies,he’s spoken for. Sorta.  Dominick Reuter/Reuters Cartman when he discovers irony.  Carlo Allegri/Reuters Making a bigly fist of politics.  Carlos Barria/Reuters That time a journalist asked him his opinion about the separation of church and state.  Jonathan Ernst/Reuters Uncle DonContinue reading “Donald Trump Photo Dump”

Plants and Fading Flowers

Maybe it’s because I’m an old goth at heart, but I like the romance of fading flowers and plants during autumn and winter. It’s as close to nostalgia as I dare to go. The colours are more subtle and make me wish I was blessed with green fingers. Sadly, lazy as I am, I leaveContinue reading “Plants and Fading Flowers”

My Favourite Tree

This is not my tree, but the weeping willow outside my window is. If I take a picture it will reveal where I’m sequestered. There’s something about a weeping willow that soothes me. It’s fragile looking, all drooping, distended, delicate leaves like fingertips framing the town. For me, it’s a reminder of nature’s resilience, aContinue reading “My Favourite Tree”

Blossom, Dearie

Blossom bursting into life always symbolises hope for me. It’s nature awakening after her winter slumber. Right now, it’s blossom season in Japan, but since I can’t afford the plane ticket, I’ll simply make the most of this Scottish display. Look at that light. It’s perfect. The sky is paintbox blue today. It rained almostContinue reading “Blossom, Dearie”

The Arts Are Not A Luxury

I grew up in a small working- class rural town in Perthshire, Scotland. Nothing much happened there; we didn’t have much money and TV was our only dose of culture. In my house, books were shoved into cupboards, hidden away like skeletons, and theatre, with the exception of am- dram panto, wasn’t “for the likesContinue reading “The Arts Are Not A Luxury”