Dad had to go into hospital last week. When my mum called and she said those reminiscent words: “dad’s in hospital”, there was part of me that just slumped, went: yes, of course. Because there was something inevitable about it. We’ve said many times over the last four and half years:
You have such a way with words. The image of the sheets in the garden on the first outdoor day of the year sticks with me. Lauren Oyler's essay collection is now on my list - and I am so glad your Dad is out and on the mend again.
Beautifully written. Makes me want to read/watch some of the above and avoid others.
I see what you mean about black and white but I don't agree that it is always pretentious and/or pompous. I use B&W in photography and it creates a different mood. You focus more on the subject and are less distracted by the surroundings.
I loved this one, Claire 🩷🩷🩷
Thank you my love!
You have such a way with words. The image of the sheets in the garden on the first outdoor day of the year sticks with me. Lauren Oyler's essay collection is now on my list - and I am so glad your Dad is out and on the mend again.
Beautifully written. Makes me want to read/watch some of the above and avoid others.
I see what you mean about black and white but I don't agree that it is always pretentious and/or pompous. I use B&W in photography and it creates a different mood. You focus more on the subject and are less distracted by the surroundings.