fieldus

from Louis MacNiece, Autumn Journal:
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying [...]

Noticed Tony Benn soaking up the sun outside the House of Commons. I u-turned and greeted him. He was friendly, relaxed - very pleasant. Not entirely sure about the soundness of all his ideological commitments, but a character he is, indubitably.

Privet hosts snow, originally uploaded by fieldus.

The cold snap has lasted a long time now. It’s now without compensations…

A wonderful autumn in the south of England - almost makes up for the anaemic summer.

Canadian Geese grooming and showering themselves, seagulls squawking indignantly and swans landing and taking off with Concorde-like etiolated elegance.

The labour market is looking unchanged on Chichele Road in north London. There were around 40 men looking for casual work at 7.45am, Tuesday 9 October.

Waiting for work.

Incandescent autumn c 5.30pm, Green Park