Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Seven a.m. at Stone Henge

Stonehenge 179
Originally uploaded by Rosemary Grace.
Matt took this, along with 185 other pictures, he killed a fresh set of batteries!

We arrived just in time to see the sun rise over the mist lying across the countryside, and were treated to an amazingly varied atmosphere as the sun burned through the haze and started to cast shadows and tint the edges of the standing stones with warm light.

I expected it to be a place that gives you goosebumps, like some churches do, but the feeling was one of intense quiet. It wasn't silent, it was deeply peaceful and sheltered from the noise of the world surrounding it. It's an easy place to feel grounded in, I wish I lived close enough to visit on a festival and feel that peace wrapped around me. I'm sure it will be years before we get to go back, but we will get there again, and maybe spend more of our hour just drinking it in.

Monday, September 20, 2004

London, 2004: 2 Different Thugs...

London Eye
Originally uploaded by Rosemary Grace.
This is us on the London Eye, a giant ferris-wheel in the city centre that gives you an amazing view. That's early evening London in the background.

Almost everywhere you go in central London, you can see The Eye peeking over a building, which means that from The Eye you can see almost everywhere in central London. After Matt had pointed this out I kept imagining melodramatic whispers about the All Seeing Eye that followed us through our three days there.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

London, 1965: 2 Thugs...

London, 1965
Originally uploaded by Rosemary Grace.
On the back of this photo I found a typwritten label: "2 thugs caught on their way out trying to pretend they live there. Note fab. flower box."

It's a snapshot of my parents first year of marriage, the little note gave it more personal value. My mother, a little younger than I am now, pointing out her fab window arrangement. She's wearing a blouse that I remember being part of the dress-up box when I was little. My Dad still has that sweater, or one remarkably like it.

I used to live half a mile up the road from the apartment where this was taken, I liked living near where my parents had started out their married life together. They have always been my favourite love story.