photo of the day

My windowsill.

Beach huts at the Bournemouth seaside.

The beach at Bournemouth, about two hours south of London by train.

Could be in danger of being toppled by a dwarf.

Judging from all the New York Yankees caps I see around London, I figure this must be a strong selling point.

All alone in the lift at Covent Garden tube station. This never happens.

For instance, this beam of sunlight did not register on my eyeballs like it did on the camera lens.

Neighborhood cat Alfie…

So the tree in the back garden of my new house that has been so sad and bare all winter turns out to be a cherry tree…