Not your usual daily Richmond 3 - # 08/184

High security .....notwithstanding it all, I liked the finishing touch of the spikes nailed to the top of the entrance gate.

Not your usual daily Richmond 2 - # 08/183

Wherever there is a fine restaurant there is a curving back stair, a loud hum of fans, a major waste removal issue, and more often than not a chappy sneeking out for a smoke.

The Street of Good Living - # 08/183

As you enter Richmond from London via Kew Bridge and the Kew Road the first thing you see is a line of fine restaurants standing like a gateway to the town. In the evening the traffic dies down and a pleasant evening of fine-dining begins.

Not your usual daily Richmond 1 - # 08/182

Here's an attempt at "urban renewal". This new office complex has appeared like a mushroom on a derelict industrial yard. It sits in it's little enclave surrounded by bijou workmen's cottages dating from the 1870s.

From 04.30 in the mornig until late at night it is overflown every 90 seconds by low flying airliners bound for the South Runway at Heathrow Airport.

I feel sorry for it.

At the supermarket - # 08/181

The ranks of trolleys doubled up by the reflection in the window provide endless fun for the photographer. The "dragon's teeth" effect is especially attractive.

Boat builder's paradise - # 08/180

The little workshop complex under Richmond Bridge always provides good material.

The little rowing boat seems to be a camping set-up with iron hoops to take the canvass cover at night. By the way: skiff camping on the upper reaches of the Thames from Oxford down to Hampton Court (a nice long skiff used as a tented sleeper overnight) - just like in Jerome K. Jerome's "Three Men in a Boat" - is still popular and a great way to experience the "real Thames".

1664 - # 08/179

The Richmond upon Thames Bar Fly went out for a buzzz about last night and got caught in a time warp. If you think this looks harrowing.....well it was. The conversation ranged from the form and photogeneity of Bauhaus architecture to the beauty that arises by sticking to the discipline of the Sonnet form. Since the pub dates from the roughly the same year (more or less) as that stamped on the glasses (and before Australia had a name) it failed to provide the linear forms of Tempelhof airport that the Bar Fly was craving for.

This tortured effort was the best he could do to capture the play of light and shadow, of curve and straight line. (Enlarging the photo may help; but don't spend too much time on it.)