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March 17, 2013

The river god and the god of the bridge

Filed under: ideas — Tags: , , — Trefor Davies @ 10:23 am

The river god lives under the old bridge at the narrow stretch of water just after the river comes out of the trees and meanders into the pleasant meadows of the valley below. The river god should not be confused with the god of the bridge who coexists under the bridge but is a different deity. The river god can roam up and down the river but the god of the bridge has to stay in the same spot.

The bridge was built by the villagers many years ago. It was well built of stone and brick and has stood the test of time. If anything its aged and weathered look improves the aesthetics of the bridge which is popular not only for the convenience it provides as a river crossing but as a picturesque addition to the head of the valley. The bridge god is quite content to live under the bridge and is equally happy to share the space with the river god who could live anywhere but likes the feeling of enclosed shelter the bridge provides.

There is no animosity between the two gods who as well as sharing the same space under the bridge also share the same community of worshippers, the descendants of the good folk who built the bridge.

The gods that live under the bridge have a limited set of responsibilities. The god of the bridge is solely responsible for the safe passage of people and animals across the bridge. The god of the river has a wider though similar set of duties. He looks after the wellbeing of the river, the animals and fish that live in and around the river plus to a certain extent the fertility of the meadows either side of the river. This duty to maintain fertility is shared with the rain god and the sun god who are mutually exclusive and do not talk to each other.

The river god is not always a nice guy and has been known to flood the village causing distress to its inhabitants but these occasions are rare and quickly disappear from the communal memory. Most of the time he is a good god.

The villagers have many other gods that they worship. We will from time to time take a look at these other gods so that over a period of years Philosopherontap will become a useful resource for those needing to know about the gods of various places. Although some gods have names the river god and the bridge god are not in their number.

Into the arms of Gonzalo Garcia

Filed under: chinks,thoughts — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 9:06 am

Now these are words to light up the imagination. Who is Gonzalo Garcia and who or what went into his arms?

He sounds like the hero of Mexican romantic novel. Picture him in his high-waisted jacket, tight fitting trousers and wide sombrero pulling his horse up below the window of the object of his affections; the beautiful  Rosita, her dark hair falling in ringlets over a heaving bosom, denied to him by a strict and disapproving curmudgeon of a father. She climbs down a rope of knotted bed sheets and into his arms, riding off on the back of his horse, the outline of a tall cactus plant silhouetted against the full desert moon.

Nope, that’s not our Gonzalo. I know but I’m not going to tell you…

scones

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

This is a photo of a tray of scones taken during the Durham Food Festival. Simples.

March 16, 2013

sleeping woman on tube

Filed under: chinks,the art gallery — Tags: , , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

We shall probably never find out who she is. She was asleep when I got on the tube and still asleep when I got off. For all I know she woke up in Cockfosters or some such last stop on the line. Her story is hers to keep.

March 15, 2013

Domestic scene in the Davies kitchen on a Saturday night

Filed under: chinks,the art gallery — Tags: , , — Trefor Davies @ 5:39 pm

Domestic scene in the Davies kitchen on a saturday night – good music, good company and simple home cooking

Horseguards en route to Whitehall, London

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: , , — Trefor Davies @ 5:31 pm

Funny to consider that the horseguards need a police escort.

The ten fifty four from Newark Northgate to London Kings Cross

Filed under: chinks,poems — Tags: , , — Trefor Davies @ 5:30 pm

Karen Duffy,
Head of Performance,
walked the aisle
with a pleasant smile
and then she was gone
to the next carriage
to serve another.

Logs at Fillingham

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: , , , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

Logs at Fillingham. Taken when visiting the Christmas Shop. On that trip we saw a buzzard in the plantation. Didn’t get a decent photo though I did get some sort of low light video. Magnificent creature.

March 14, 2013

Colin Dudman plays the Phoenix Artist Club

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: , , , , , , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

Colin Dudman plays the Phoenix Artist Club at my Xmas bash 2012. We had a great night and went through 53 bottles of champagne. Gotta be done.

Pic by Nick Pickles

March 13, 2013

Blackboard at Google Campus

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: , , , , , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

Blackboard at Google campus in Old Street during an UKNOF meeting – see whose Twitter handle is in view & follow 🙂

March 12, 2013

Crowded tube – London Underground

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: , , , , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

I will typically avoid the tube if I happen to arrive in London at rush hour. It is not a pleasant experience. I suppose people have no choice. I think this picture was taken after the Rolling Stones concert on the Sunday night at the O2. We just about made the last tube train out of the Greenwich Peninsula. Many didn’t & would not have found it easy to get back to town.

March 11, 2013

Cutty Sark seen from below

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

The Cutty Sark is a brilliant piece of museum design. From below it looks like a huge rowing boat and is pure art combined with maritime engineering.

March 10, 2013

Graffiti with a curious trail to follow – Hayden Kays

Filed under: chinks,the art gallery — Tags: , , , — Trefor Davies @ 9:28 pm

I was having a few beers at St Stephen’s Tavern after a bash at the House of Commons Members Dining Room and went downstairs to use the facilities. The toilets had recently been refurbished and the tiles were nice and new (fwiw). I then noticed that someone had scribbled their name neatly into the grouting between the tiles.

Although it was a somewhat dodgy thing to do in the mens loo of a pub I whipped my photographic tool out and took a picture of the graffiti. I didn’t think much of it but later when flicking through the photos on the phone decided to Google the person’s name.

You need to do the same – the name was Hayden Kays. It’s quite a cool way to spread the word about your stuff. I assume it was him wot wrote his name.

Enjoy…

So tired. Sleep for me

Filed under: chinks — Tags: , , , — Trefor Davies @ 12:07 pm

Sounds like the opening line of a song doesn’t it? So tired. Sleep for me. Sung to a similar tune to “willow weep for me” but different. The melody needs to reflect the state of the person saying the words.

The words themselves don’t tell us the whole story. It could be that the person has been working very long hours with still some time to go or it could be that someone has a deeper problem that is preventing them from sleep.

The body keeps going, somehow and the brain which is notionally awake, is in a state of suspension unable to think clearly.

In this case I don’t know the answer. I picked the words up from twitter, itself the domain of the sleepless during the long, lonely, struggling hours of the midnight watch. I could perhaps read the person’s twitter stream for clues but I am happy that it is best left unread, unsolved, leaving us wondering.

Another chink in the curtain of the night.

Coxed four on the river at Durham

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: , , , , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

Taken whilst visiting our daughter Hannah at Grey College in the Autumn of 2012. It’s a long shot 🙂

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