Thursday, 14 November 2013


A sandwich in the air, a cross-country train, for a few days staring joyfully hungry-eyed at rich medieval paintings and wandering streets full of the language my childish ears struggled with.

Somehow I came back from Berlin with not many photos in the camera, but many, many of them in stashed away in mind.

The nights fell early, but nothing seemed to close. We stayed up late talking in strange candle-lit corners; we ate cake for breakfast.

The city seemed under an enchantment where everyone was friendly, we were never cold, and a feeling of freedom hung on the breeze. Inside the great jewel boxes of museums we found not only incredible paintings, but wonders of all descriptions, like some giant lamassus and this tiny medieval wooden doll with articulated joints right down to its moving fingers and toes, which are not even as long as an eyelash.  

And back at home the days step back into their rhythm so quickly, as if we were never out of step with them for a moment. Or maybe I should say the hours come washing like waves do, always the same. Only, somewhere in the depths things have shifted slightly.  


  1. Lovely photos of an interesting trip, thanks for sharing :)
    Jess x x

  2. you and your amazing eye!!
    i love that lamassu ( i love the *idea* of a lamassu, also), and i am amazed by the moving doll... and cake for breakfast...yummy...
    fantastic, thank you!!

  3. Wonderful journey! That DOLL, my oh my... amazing!

  4. I so enjoy the poetry of your prose. What actually made me gasp out loud, though, was that second photo. Oh, oh! Possibly the most beautiful 'noticing' of an abstract autumn cityscape that I've ever seen. (Are you beginning to notice that I love semi-abstract landscapes?!) I hope you will frame it, or do something special with it. Just wonderful.

  5. I am crazy about that little mannequin, may I "borrow" it for inspiration? I love her proportions, so anatomically accurately inaccurate if you know what I mean.