Clive Davis

IN HIS ELEMENT

STROLLERS

Sorry for the silence here yesterday. My brother, Kelly and his family arrived from Canada for a short visit. That's him on the right with two of my boys and his son, Howard on the far left. We don't own a dog, but we were looking after a friend's lurcher for the weekend. The kind of dog for which you need a large house, which we don't have. Needless to say, the cat was deeply disgruntled.

WORK IN PROGRESS

I meant to post this on St George's Day, but as I've already explained, things have been hectic around here. That quintessentially English artist, Stanley Spencer is the subject of an affectionate tribute in the arts festival on my home patch, with dozens of local painters creating a gigantic, open-air reproduction of one of his late works, Dinner on the Hotel Lawn. I think he would have liked it.

You can see the original - held at the Tate - if you click this link.

CYCLING ALONG THE THAMES, THIS MORNING

ON ABBEY ROAD

John Naughton takes his camera for a stroll near a Beatles landmark.

A CAT'S LIFE

When the weather is as perfect as it has been this week, the house moggie knows how to find the best spots.

MESSING ABOUT ON THE RIVER

Three more days before the school holidays end and life  - and blog posts - returns to normal. At long last…

I haven’t posted many photos in the last two weeks because I managed to lose my digital camera. I have a feeling it’s somewhere in the house, but the place is so chaotic I’ve given up looking. This shot was taken on Wednesday with the £30 replacement. We’d gone for a bike ride along the Thames, and were taking a breather under a bridge as a boat came chugging past. Count yourself lucky that you can’t smell the exhaust fumes.

FACES

Diego Goldberg and his wife had a simple but beguiling idea: they would take a photo of themselves (and, later, their children) on the same date each year. See the results.

[Via John Naughton & Crooked Timber]

THE MOSAIC THAT IS NEW YORK

Robert Stolarik's haunting photograph of a funeral procession for ten people - originally from Mali - who were killed in a fire in the Bronx. Nine of the dead were children. [Via Corine Lesnes' Le Monde blog, Big Picture.]

From the NY Times report:

It was the culmination of five days of heartbreak, and the crowd began to form in the early morning, spilling out of the mosque and down 166th street. Although many of the mourners were African immigrants, like the victims, others were rabbinical students, or Puerto Rican maintenance men, or Methodists from Newark.

PERFECT SPRING

Gazing out of the window, again.