Tag Archives: York

Art & Trees & Autumn Light

Posted on September 15, 2015 by Sheila N

“But not a cell in all the tree knew aught  save that it thrilled with life, Nor cared because the hammock fell In the dust with Milton’s Poems.” – Many Soldiers, “Spoon River Anthology,” Edgar Lee Masters Warnings for: artiness; … Continue reading →

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“Pride Puds”, Rainbows, & Time to Change

Posted on June 21, 2015 by Sheila N

Today is the Summer Solstice: a day that has tremendous personal, as well as spiritual, significance. This year, it’s also Father’s Day, and the day after my first York Pride. Subjects like the many Pride events taking part across Britain … Continue reading →

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Saucy is for Postcards: Public Art

Posted on May 23, 2015 by Sheila N

Whenever I go out of town – which is not very often – I take my camera with me. It helps me look at things, on those days when I’d rather be hiding under the duvet with a book. (1) … Continue reading →

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The Ghost of a Sign

Posted on March 2, 2015 by Sheila N

Where do we draw the line between inspiration, and imitation? Who decides whether “West Side Story” is a fully fledged work in its own right, rather than just another “Romeo and Juliet” remake? It helps, of course, when you have … Continue reading →

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Miss Marjorie Expects

Posted on February 26, 2015 by Sheila N

A final bit of February fiction Miss Marjorie Expects “Will you get off the pavement, young man? Some of us have places we need to be.” The stout woman who was hugging a large red handbag to her considerable bosom … Continue reading →

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