Mustard field by doodle_juice

Mustard field, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

I took this picture of a mustard field on my regular commute to London. There was a long cycle lane along this field. It crossed many fields and went on for miles and miles.
I dreamt that one day I would take my daughter and go cycling there. Then a month later I fell ill and suspected that I might have had a mild heart attack. I ended up in the hospital across the field and there I dreamt of being able to go back on my regular train journey and be alive to maintain the livelihood of my family. Fortunately it was a false alarm but it did dawn on me that you can’t always leave things to future. A few month later I did take my daughter on that cycle trip. It meant a lot to me but my teenage daughter was rather indifferent about the whole experience. Perhaps when she reaches my age she would look back and then the trip would mean something to her. Come what may, it has been wonderful to be alive and cycle on that lane.

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n655467244_978992_9757 by doodle_juice

n655467244_978992_9757, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

From my London Borough Market album


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I’m not going to go over the details of how we got to Cuba because I see them as irrelevant to the bigger picture of the circumstances that came to be.  It would also be unpatriotic to reveal the ease of purchasing a ticket with cash money from any one of the dozens of travel agencies throughout Cancun, all selling discrete backdoor entrances into the infamous Pearl of the South.  Nor will I divulge deeper in the fact that we found ourselves on a plane full of Americans doing the exact same thing for the exact same reason; to see the “surreality” of existence in this mythical, fabled land before the carpet rolls out for capitalism to get it’s hands onto one of the last places on earth that not only hasn’t welcomed it with open arms, but exclusively blocked it with a socialized shield.  For…

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Turner's-London by doodle_juice

Turner’s-London, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

port by doodle_juice

port, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

When I was away from home I would sometimes go for long walks.
I liked the effect of evening lights and the shadows.


archery_testing_Tehran_1933 by doodle_juice

archery_testing_Tehran_1933, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

This is from a book of old photos of Tehran.

Stairway to heaven


stairway-to-heaven by doodle_juice
stairway-to-heaven, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

Many years ago I came across this book which showed how to make sculptures from cut and folded paper.
I then made this paper sculpture.
I recently found it in the cupboard and decided to photograph it. So there it is, another novelty from my past!

Bird sellers of Tehran ( century old)


Bird sellers of Tehran ( century old) by doodle_juice
Bird sellers of Tehran ( century old), a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

This is from the book of old Tehran with some pictures going back to 1871.


conkers  by doodle_juice

conkers , a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

Call it a boyish obsession but I just love conkers. They are beautifully formed and their skin has a sort of texture that the likes of Rothko would have been proud of.
I’ve put about 50 of these seeds in water with an idea of a little sculpture that uses roots and plants. The water has tuned soapy and I found out that conkers were used in the olden days for that very purpose i.e. to get a kind of soap that could clean linen.


mustardfield by doodle_juice

mustardfield, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

And now for something cheerful. I have a new job and I’ve given up consulting. Working for a local company with a change in career, I will not be doing my long journeys. On the plus side I’ll have more time at home and doing my Art work, but on the downside I will be taking less Travel photos like this one from a train.

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