Stuart Jenkins

I have no idea how you do it. Anyone can take a lucky shot, but you do it again and again. I don't just enjoy your pictures, I enjoy birds more because of them.

Nice! Not just the wheels, but the scribbley Dali shadow, the internal lens reflections, the level surface, and the low sun's graphic depiction of time. Childhood passing.

What a noble mountain. All that space in front of it.

A good trinity.

I've been here three years now. They are in Wharfedale in large numbers.

I never see them in Calderdale, sadly.

I think it's just a description of doubling by weight the bird population. If you doubled the number of fish in the rivers and lakes that would also be a huge ecological imbalance.

What a con this so called "Tennessee Williams" is. There are at least two, Venus and Serena, that are way more tennisy. You couldn't make it up.

Bit cloudy up in Heptonstall, still.

There's a new recording on Hyperion of Florence Price's piano quartet played by the Takács Quartet and Marc-André Hamelin, and it's so enjoyable; affectionate, playful and welcoming.
I suspect it takes time to learn how to play a neglected composer, and how to listen to them. This moves us on.

There will be a bit of internal reflection off the inside of the bow window's structure, and the floor of the bow itself will be very well lit and that will brighten up the room within. Mainly, though, I think they just look really good. Looks versus cost, water leaks and heat loss. I vote bow!

I'm not sure more glass means more light. I think the amount of light in the room depends on the size of the gap in the wall where the window is. A bow window will let less light in than a flat window because it has more frames. Of course you might sit within the bow.

Many good memories of that place.

That's a horrific take on the atonement. Interesting how the word masculine apparently means brutal, hyper aggressive, self-obsessed.

Same here. I’m a big John Clare fan (answered questions on him in Mastermind) so I was pleased MA had written so much good stuff on him.
They are linked by St Andrew’s hospital Northampton where both were treated. Clare died there, and there is a Malcolm Arnold House there.

I love the organ symphony that starts this album.

On Heptonstall Moor. Curlews coming to the boil all round me.

We drove past the tor on Saturday and I thought about your pictures.

No hurry in a good woodland. Wikipedia tells me bluebell roots contract to pull themselves deeper underground.

They form bulbs, too. Is there usually a mix of first year plants and older ones? Do the seedlings flower in their first spring?

A very enjoyable read, especially the description of shovelers swimming in circles to bring their food to the surface. I'd like to see that one day.
A mention of Ritchie Benaud always shows class.

I'd have to say Beethoven, but he's more like a fellow patient than a therapist, struggling with his own issues. It works for me, though.

That's fantastic, Lev. Scatter cushions an' all.

A pattern on an embroidery hoop. It features 7 different knives with the words "no spoons left only knives " written around them. The pattern is drawn in blue washable pencil.

And now to start a needlepoint project for a friend.

I wish I had something to say. I increasingly move in female majority spaces, and I like that.

Pierre-Laurent Aimard played book 2 of the Well-tempered Clavier at Bridgewater Hall, Manchester last night. I was pulled into the forward movement of the music. It became an urgent triumph by the end.

I can't read the article without signing up. Don't link to restricted sources. Too much information is bought and sold.

It has to be this - the Mozart, obviously, and really it's just the slow movement, and to be accurate, the coda. That's all I need.

That looks to be 60' or more. Has anyone calculated it?