Ambling around Omagh

It took me a while last Friday, on a dark and dreary morning when everything seemed clothed in a grey veil, but I finally located the tourist information center in downtown Omagh, a town about 70-80 kilometers west of Belfast. It’s not like Omagh is a big town, but there is a serious lack of signage to point people toward the tourist information center (TIC). Should you ever need to find it, it’s located downstairs in the new Arts Center building. Once you get there, the staff is friendly, and there’s a nice coffee shop one floor above the TIC that serves up a decent scone in the morning. Continue reading

How I learned all I ever needed to know

There is really a book called All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. With apologies to the author of that book — a book I have never read, I might add — I beg to disagree with the title. All I really need to know I learned from musicals. That has become clear for some time, as I’m sure faithful readers of the blog will agree. After all, among other things, I have previously established how my knowledge of German was given a kick-start by knowing the words to a song from Cabaret. Continue reading

An impossible mirror

Just a quick postscript to yesterday’s post about the first day I took photos with the new cell phone camera.  As I mentioned, I did take photos in rooms other than the bedroom, but my favorite photo, yesterday’s LLM’s Unmade Bed Photo #3, was taken in the bedroom. Now, that photo has a mirror in it,  but there is no reflection in the mirror. Here’s another look at it: Continue reading

Playing with the Unmade Bed

There’s a story that the American photographer Imogen Cunningham used to tell about her friend and fellow photographer Dorothea Lange.  The two women were contemporaries but had different styles of photography: Cunningham once said that she “need never photograph ugliness”, while Lange’s style was noted for capturing unvarnished reality, and not just beautiful things. Continue reading