bits from lincoln

that's me making a funny face and showing off my regal posture in front of a pretty old church in downtown lincoln (actually, see tennyson below for the posture exemplar), just before going to a local production of shaw's pygmalion with all the funny little british elderly townsfolk.

that's a statue of tennyson down there, and in his hand he held an uprooted flower, with the following poem engraved beneath him:

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -- but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

it was an especially quaint choice for the walled cathedral quarter and gardens galore, a peaceful, transporting place.


we had a wonderful picnic on his base, after doing our best damage at the impressive markets in lincoln...gosh, entire stalls of olives, cheeses, breads, soaps, candied everything you can imagine! it was a fun bustle to briefly be a part of. views left, away from the statue & across the hill, would showcase the rather colossal & incredible stone cathedral, ancient and seemingly perpetual, and old-timey houses with their narrow, quiet streets. it will have to remain a brain-picture for now, i suppose, though hopefully i'll wring a few more pictures out of nick soon enough.