Category Archives: London

Hand baked etc. no 7, love etc.

Posted on February 21, 2023 by jonathan trustram

february 3 I was approached on the path that leads to St Paul’s from the millennium footbridge by two young men who asked if they could ask me about love. They had a tripod with a smart phone clipped onto … Continue reading →

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more on (Thames)water

Posted on January 26, 2023 by jonathan trustram

I had meant to go back to the beginnings of my recent experiences of water, in Greece, last year, to get away from this late January moment in London where water is not quite liquid, not quite frozen; a sticky … Continue reading →

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hand baked from locally sourced ingredients 6, water (2), the New River

Posted on January 13, 2023 by jonathan trustram

The New River is an aqueduct constructed in the 17th century to bring drinking water into London. It follows the 100 foot contour of the Lea valley from its source in Hertfordshire to Islington. It was 39 miles long, including … Continue reading →

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hand-baked no. 4: come, friendly bombs!

Posted on September 25, 2022 by jonathan trustram

How exciting! And look, here are some happy people! And St Paul’s, there’s always room for St Paul’s – there’s hardly anything else left. And things, nice things, random things, lots of fun: A better tomorrow! with bicycles, birds and … Continue reading →

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Garden notes no 37 beeday at St John’s, Waterloo, july 15th, 2022

Posted on July 28, 2022 by jonathan trustram

It was a lovely coincidence of insects – not just bees – and flowers on a sunny day before the burning record breaking heat. The pollen seems extravagantly thrown about. I think it’s a hoverfly, not a bee. The lily … Continue reading →

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At Vodnikov Dom 4 (a footnote)

Posted on October 29, 2014 by jonathan trustram

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. TS Eliot

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