I went for a couple days for the OED Symposium (about which I have a huge ongoing splodge in progress) and of course took a camera.
When it gets warm, windows have to be held open, with whatever is to hand.
Well, maybe not; look close and you can see the boot is chained in place; so I guess it’s ironic and postmodern and so on. Appropriate in an academic town.
The black taxis aren’t a London thing, they’re a Britain thing. But I love the way they look.
Loading out after the Gloucester Green market; looks like these dudes did a good day’s business.
At the Museum · The Ashmolean, I mean; what a nice place. Here are a few things I snapped while attending the Symposium dinner there.
This is from somewhere in the 1-100CE range, and depicts, well, someone who could afford to have a portrait bust made. This guy might have met a Cæsar or maybe Jesus.
This is a Cycladic figurine, at least four thousand years old; but it has a modern feel somehow, ne’est-ce-pas?
We only had time to see a few of the offerings. Recommended!