I recently mentioned being stopped by the police on Baggot Street in Dublin. It’s happened again.

Repurposed old iron nails from the repaired roof.
I recently mentioned being stopped by the police on Baggot Street in Dublin. It’s happened again.
I’ve been thinking about Antony Gormley today. I can’t explain why Gormley is in mind except that his work is something I miss about living in the UK. His public work is just that, accessible to all.
Libran Writer posted earlier this year about a visit to see an exhibition in Margate. The post was ten months ago, which seems almost as hard to believe as that the visit itself had occurred exactly a year before. Since I’m married to Libran Writer, you won’t be surprised to learn that I was there too. We had stumbled into the show the day before the official opening so we had the place pretty much to ourselves. What a treat that was.