Whenever self feels in need of getting away, she goes to Golden Gate Park. It is 30 miles north, but being there always nourishes her spirit. She visits Stow Lake and sees whatever’s on at the de Young.
Last June, when she took these pictures, she dropped by to see the Alice Neel exhibit (fantastic!)
Self loves the lore of the Thames. She loves the Embankments in London: Southbank, with the National Theatre and Waterloo Station and the Tate Modern. And the Victoria Embankment, with the Jubilee Bridge and that view of the London Eye. The Thames has quite a different aspect in Oxford. There, it has boats and punts and rowers.
There’s a big event that occurs annually, end of May: the crew races where teams from all the Oxford colleges compete against each other. This was the vantage point from Donnington Bridge.
She had no idea until that day that crew was so grueling. As the boats skimmed beneath the bridge, she could hear grunts. Loud grunts. Which was so at odds with the graceful way the boats skim the water. There are shouts, too, from a person at the front of the boat (the one who steers, holding two lines) who has a whistle and keeps up a constant stream of encouraging cries like “Come on!” She’s sorry that the boats were moving so fast (they cleared the bridge in seconds) that, even though she pointed her camera straight down into the individual boats, everything was really blurred.
Rossglass Beach, County Down, is one of the most beautiful beaches self has ever seen. Truly spectacular. Don’t know if time of day (sunset) had anything to do with it, but most likely. The beach was empty except for a few teen-agers, who were having the best time in the frigid water, in just their skivvies.