Among the stale odours of hot food and cold,
In a fly-spotted window I there did behold,
Yinka Shonibare's Nelson's Ship in a Bottle, Fourth Plinth, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2N
A ship in a bottle some sailor had made,
In watches below, swinging South with the Trade…
From Cicely Fox Smith’s A Ship in a Bottle (1920)
Filed under Photographs
The Bible was the only book he read.
St Martin-in-the-Fields, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2N
He didn’t read it often but when he did he wore his mother’s glasses.
St Martin-in-the-Fields, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2N
They tired his eyes so that after a short time he was always obliged to stop.
St Martin-in-the-Fields, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2N
From Flannery O’Connor’s Wise Blood (1952)
Filed under Flyers
He knew he was clever. It was a fact and needed no confirmation or evidence.
National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2
Just ask my parents; they’ll tell you how clever I was at school. Could have been anything. Painter. Actor. Mathematician.
Norbet Goeneutte's The Boulevard de Clichy under Snow, National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2
His parents weren’t around anymore to back him up and sing his praises. Showing him off like a prized possession.
George Stubbs' Whistlejacket, National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2
Could have been anything. Anything. But I chose to be a photographer. My choice. Could’ve been anything though.
National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, WC2
Now there was no way he could prove he much more than a wedding photographer. No way of displaying his cleverness. And this is what frustrated him the most.
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