It was purely coincidence that the novel I read directly after I read Sebald’s The Emigrants should be Colm Tóibín’s Brooklyn, but the two invite some worthwhile comparison. Although the reasons for the diaspora of…
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It doesn’t get much better than a crisp, sunny October day. We haven’t had that first frost yet, so there are still some roses and late autumn clematis blooming as well as the odd borage,…
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I’m taking a much-needed play day today — there will be no marking, no prep, not even any peeking in the pages of the academic texts I’m currently working through. Instead, I started my morning…
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The moon had me in its thrall again tonight — I hope you don’t mind a few more photos, same crude technique as last night. The green streak moving left from the centre is the…
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As the moon rose to the East tonight, igniting a pathway across the water to the mainland, I wished once again that I knew how to photograph it. Suddenly, I got an idea, and switched…
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