28 June 2021
This is from the Philadelphia Museum of Art; it's from a group of photos I took on a trip there over ten years ago, before I started photographing the identifying tags with the work, but I believe it's a detail of this tomb figure of a horse from China
25 June 2021
21 June 2021
18 June 2021
16 June 2021
Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene – the homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jones –a rainy night with a blind moon. Across the world for a wife. Quite a number of stories there were on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece, by the way, of poor John Casey and a bit of perfect poetry in its own small way? Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to the absentee. The face at the window! Judge of his astonishment when he finally did breast the tape and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grass widow, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead. Rocked in the cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Boo! The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, post mortem child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my galloping tearing tandy O! Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband, W. B. Murphy.
The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request:
– You don't happen to have such a thing as a spare chaw about you, do you?
And once again, happy Bloomsday to my mountain flowers.
14 June 2021
11 June 2021
I'm not sure what kind of flowers these are. When the owner saw me photographing them on the sidewalk, he told me they (the flowers, not the leaves) could be smoked as a hallucinogen, like certain mushrooms, though he also said he had not tried it himself.