bluntie

karol lasia / khomatech is the best cat photographer

quite good views over old street, constructed this past summer and weathered stormy conditions well.

there is a number 38 every 2-5 minutes, but it wouldn’t be the back of the 38 without a chicken bone.

on new years eve. almost there.

there are some beautiful trees in hampstead heath.

earthy smell, calm, almost silent, and slippery feet.
the heath is beautiful in blue-skied crispy winter, the view from hill back down to london cloaked in the very hazy light of a sun barely scraping above the horizon during these shockingly short days. not worth the photo, you had to be there.
i wish i hadn’t spoilt it by walking along the high street. maybe one day i too will be a white person with a baby and a dog, but i hope not on hampstead high street.

my little brother; sunshine-warm, fit and by the ocean.

today i thought the streets would be deserted and the shops shut, but it was mostly public transport that was closed. plenty of ambulance, police and minicab.
spar and costcutter open, dixy chicken and best kebab open, cat&mutton shut, the dolphin probably was open.
loads of people in the park, on the streets, becoming less cheery as day passed; higher number of ‘merry christmas’s in the morning. or maybe that was because i was wearing a bright hat and people talk to me when i wear a bright hat.
calm and beautiful london christmas for manx cat, very old and large, with no tail and a huge face eating a plastic bag and wishing for some eternal sunshine.
dalston square deserted, and lit more by fairylights than by the moon.

a whole working day spent making a gravy train with biscuit wheels. second last day before holidays; i wonder what tomorrow holds. might arrange cheese on a board.

The solstice sun set at 15:53, studio already darkened by the snow-fall on the sky lights. I went out on the roof and came back with a damp white head.
And the gas pipes for 345 hackney road have been illegally piggy-backed from 349, where a gas leak there has put a stop to heat and hot water and cooking. It’s snowing and it’s Christmas and a very angry cat has cold home paws. I hope he lasts the night. x

(left to right) st james church and the three kings pub in winter, walk through the barbican in summer, some cranes, st pauls and the studio roof.
tiny snow forecast today.