Jolly Good

Jolly Good

JOLLY GOOD At Minerva Graphics, which is just off Old Bond Street in Bath, England, I bought a sketch journal and a folio. An elderly couple were watching me as I fumbled with my umbrella and my backpack, fishing for pounds in the pocket. When I spoke, they nodded in...
Henge of Stone

Henge of Stone

STONES THAT SPEAK The stones speak to me. I knew they would. It’s in my line. I’m Celtic, and I was born on Winter Solstice, the day they mark at Stonehenge as the sun sets, when the winter sun sets in the sky, the shortest day of the year. On this day, our group from...
The Mad King

The Mad King

“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.” — King Lear At lunch, the Texan tells us that she walked her little white dog through the streets of London and because of the smog, now he’s a little gray dog. The Texan is not really a...

Look Right! Look Left!

LONDON CALLING I A blog from a writer in London LOOK RIGHT! LOOK LEFT! Going through the passport check at London-Gatwick, I chose the wrong line. I queued up with the European and other United Kingdom passports, and I felt very deserted by the Louisville group. Those...
It’s a rush!

It’s a rush!

A word to the wise: Don’t do London on jet lag. The first time we step out onto Pentonville Road, it’s a rush. My heart beats faster. Double-decker buses and chunky cars fly through the street at the speed of lightning. It’s a 220-volt experience. I’m on 110 volts and...

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