This last week, has been one of those weeks, my misspent youth caught up with me in a way that meant I felt I had to contact some old friends from the 60s and 70s, who I had lost touch with.
As I am what I euphemistically call 59 and a great many of my friends from back then were older than me, euphemistically 69 – not that sort of 69 – quite a few of them transpired to be pushing up daisy’s. So there have been a few. Wahts? Well I suppose if you are expecting it, confirmations rather than shocks.
This means that when I have taken time out I have gone to the cafés which I think have the best atmosphere and painted myself into relaxation. This is a bit like when you paint a floor and don’t finish at the door, but manage by luck to arrive by the window, on the ground floor and step through it into a nice day.
Yesterday I went to Margate, I wanted to look at Michael Blaker’s exhibition again, I like his work so much that I would go up to London to look at it, yea I took the photos, but not the same thing. I also discovered that although you can’t photograph the “Risk Exhibition” at Turner Contemporary you can photograph the labels in the exhibition, and as there is no exhibition catalogue, my remit was to photograph the labels so that I can go around the exhibition and sketch them to produce a catalogue.
Popping pictures on a wall that could be a ceiling is tricky as things can flip in one permanent and boring dimension.
Next a few Margate photos.
M&S in the evening, I made the best of the cafe without. What?
Today Remembrance first, picture at top of post, says what I want to say.
Then Chocolate Cafe in Canterbury.