The rector of neighbouring Saravillo allegedly had a cable installed connecting the bell with the rectory so that, making judicious use of his little toe, he could keep in touch with his flock without getting out of bed.
When I think of here I always think of the Connecticut General Life Insurance Company and unexploited sponsorship angles, but that’s not Clive Davis‘ fault.
I wonder whether they automatically cheapen moveable objects: … and add value to stationary ones: Following an exposition on a walk the other week of the various types of arch, a small girl enquired, “So are eyebrows to stop your head caving in?”
Low, horizontal view into a shop window just up from Mokkabon, with a serendipitous reflection of the façade of the building opposite and some Martian doodling top left. It reminded me of a Russian neo-folk piece from the 1920s I saw ages ago featuring Caucasian horsemen chasing across a rug of brightly coloured, irregular horizontal…
The university tower: The convent church over at the Spanish castle district: A rather superior old folks’ home: I’m a bit ambivalent about straight lines. Flying into Amsterdam the order below makes me want to weep, but I wouldn’t mind living in the third of these.
Neither man nor beast, was this what Kafka had in mind? This cartoon by the great James Ensor of the once great resort of Oostende is in the Gent Fine Arts Museum, which I most enjoyed. Dutch art is generally speaking familiar, but cross the border and there’s a whole new collective of ne’er-do-wells requiring…
Pascual Boronat y Barrachina, Los moriscos españoles y su expulsión (1901): “su admirable sistema de irrigación por medio de acequias y canales.” There are few sights and sounds more satisfying than this system of horizontal soaks and vertical sluices in action.