Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Tuning the wireless.

Do you remember tuning the wireless set to listen to your favourite station?

Radio Luxembourg on a Sunday night? Trying to hear the top twenty before the signal faded out?

Or laughing at the outrageous propaganda from Radio Moscow on the whistling short wave?

Here are some radio dials I photographed in the Museo Rialia in Portugalete, Spain where they have a temporary exhibition on communications.

A bit of nostalgia does not hurt from time to time. (Sigh.)

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Frank Gehry's Balls?

I have just visited the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao again, this time to see the Andy Warhol Shadows and the exhibition on the Paris School 1900-1945. 

Having satiated myself with Picasso, Kandinsky, Delaunay, Braque et al, I came outside and saw this sculpture.

Frank Gehry was the architect who designed the museum. Are these his balls?
The little black stick in the middle of every sphere is a reflection of me taking the photograph.

At last, my genius is reflected in a work of art.

Sunday, 18 September 2016

Sheep on the Somport

Went up and down the Col du Somport three times in one day. 

(Don't ask why, you really don't want to know.)

Met these sheep on their way down.

They looked quite soggy.

Friday, 16 September 2016

The Yellow Train at Bourg Madame.

I had to go to the railway station at Bourg Madame in the Pyrenees in order to check some facts and quite by chance I managed to time my visit to coincide with one of the two daily departures of the Train Jaune.

This electric train runs on a single line, about forty miles long, from Villefranche, down on the Mediterranean side of the Pyrenees, up into the mountains to within strolling distance of the Spanish frontier.
The Train Jaune at Bourg Madame station on its way down to Villefranche,
14 September 2016.
The line was opened in the early twentieth century as a metre-gauge line and was designed to be powered by hydro electricity from the various dams and power stations built along the line. It is the only metre-gauge line run by the French national railway company, SNCF.

If you get the chance, take a ride. The scenery is delightful.

The only way to enjoy Andorra.

This is the only way to enjoy Andorra – put your head down and eat grass.

Thursday, 15 September 2016

Kerbstones in Prades.

How about this for an attractive line of kerb stones?

Seen at our picnic spot near the swimming pool in Prades.

They knock the rather bland concrete lozenges used far and wide in the UK into a cocked hat.

Strange creature in Ceret.

How would you like to wake up and see this in your bedroom?

It was on the wall above our door in the Hotel Vidal in Ceret.

Upon closer inspection, it reveals itself to be a plastic oil container, cleverly altered. Some artists have terrific imaginations, don't they?

Some hotel guests have terrific nightmares...