Having Sought, I Have
...found...
At least I can now save my blushes.
The sculptor whose work so transfixed my gaze for such a long time in Melbourne
is Antony Gormley. I am now a signed-up member of the Gormley group
on Flickr and, if courage does not fail, I may be tempted to add him to
my Friend's list on Facebook.
The brashness of public life has been much on my mind in the past week.
The break from writing here gave me a taste of the life I led in PD (pre-digital)
days, when chatting in gardens with new acquaintainces and calling in, unannounced,
on old friends was the norm. I have a theory that the recession should mean that
more people will stop working themselves into a frazzle and just spend more time with
one another.
Let's hope I am right...
At least I can now save my blushes.
The sculptor whose work so transfixed my gaze for such a long time in Melbourne
is Antony Gormley. I am now a signed-up member of the Gormley group
on Flickr and, if courage does not fail, I may be tempted to add him to
my Friend's list on Facebook.
The brashness of public life has been much on my mind in the past week.
The break from writing here gave me a taste of the life I led in PD (pre-digital)
days, when chatting in gardens with new acquaintainces and calling in, unannounced,
on old friends was the norm. I have a theory that the recession should mean that
more people will stop working themselves into a frazzle and just spend more time with
one another.
Let's hope I am right...
posted by Tales from the Birch Wood. at
16:21
2 Comments:
You have reminded me about a major change in visiting patterns over my lifetime. When I was a youngster, my family might often drop by unannounced on friends when we were on an outing. Nowadays, this almost never happens; people expect to be contacted first. Understandable, what with everybody working. etc. Yet somehow, a bit of friendly spontaneity has been lost. Too bad.
Jabberwocky note: the captcha word below is synam, which, I believe, is the former name of a country in SE Asia.
I hope people become less frantic about work in time. When I was a journalist there was a lot of drinking. Ten years later a younger person told me that not only had the drinking stopped, nobody had time to eat. It really is a strange world.
Thanks for the information on Synam.
Serendipity rules.
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