The Path of Most Resistance
Water is smart.
Way smarter than us.
It worked out gravity long before Galileo, Newton & Eisenstein kicked it around.
Water is lazy in that it takes the path of least resistance.
Down its snaking, unpredictable, poetic path, there sits geometry in love with geography. It’s enough to make a skater’s knees wilt.
Man being man thinks the opposite.
We thrive [...]
Caught By The River Mole
31 January 2008 // Caught By...
Hi Jeff
I’ve been making the most of my new found freedom since passing my driving test. Saturday was spent exploring country lanes and secluded still waters near my folks place outside Horsham. At long last I was able to investigate those flashes of water, glimpsed through trees as you’d speed past in the passenger side. [...]
Tea, Cake & Scrabble
29 January 2008 // Caught By...
Hi John,
Nothing at Osterley. To be honest, my heart wasn’t in it. Had a real tricky end of week and, nowt against the guys but I could of done with a bit of solitary.
Dropped the kids at school and off up the A4 beneath a big blue sky of optimism. The skywriter of my [...]
The Navy Lark
ja
osterley. even the name sounds like catacombs of doomsday pike, bones piled and sifted in their field of honour at the foot of that dam wall. and maybe when the wind snuffs out the parallel world, the sound of the M4 becomes a ghostly perlon whistling through the ceramic rings of [...]
Coldwater
dp
while you were digging in the town pit for half scaled medieval relics, fat monks with red fins, me and jeff took the sixties back streets from white city down the A4 towards isleworth. every traffic light scene a sweeney set, every turn off a light industrial dead end with more broken windows than [...]
Caught By The Liver – Cains Raisin & Orion
18 January 2008 // Food and Drink
an occasional nod to exceptional tipples
As we’ve been working our way through January with an aching liver, it seems an appropriate time to launch the new Caught By The Liver section of the site. Corny name we know, but seeing as we love a drink, we thought we’d share some of our favourites with you. [...]
The Coracle Maker
My name is Bernard Thomas. My father was a coracle man, but because of the war and then bringing up children I didn’t start making them until I was about 52. I go fishing at night. The number on the side is B1. In the dark the bailiff comes and sees the number and say [...]
tree: giant sequoia
owner: tommyc (view other images by tommyc)
location: mariposa grove
city: yosemite, california
country: usa
field notes: fallen giant sequoia root structure (father in foreground for sense of scale)
the wooden branch
Last Train Out Before The Lines Were Blown.
ja
your kind words leave a fireside blush. as long as you laughed, and it echoed down the empty corridors of the dead mansions like a shoal of bream-coughs in a kent borstal, you can skip the iodine chapters.
i hear your fishing fixtures are being cancelled one-by-one as the participants drop like 3oz leads in [...]
New Years Resolution
My New Year’s Resolution – rather than do something for the last time this is about doing something for the first time.
Mine is… Attend the annual memorial service at the Chattri just outside Brighton.
In the middle of an unremarkable field tucked into a fold of the South Downs is a remarkable war memorial. Twenty feet [...]
Caught by the River