Safely tethered

Can it really be four years since the men came to pollard the Plane trees?

But no. It isn't. 

I've checked and it seems they really are a little early.

It was April 2013.

This is why I am impervious to the cries of, 'Blogging is dead! Long live Instagram!'

My blog is my aide memoire, for a memoire that is distinctly hazy these days.

It is also a stabiliser.

A reassurance in turbulent times.

See here and anywhere here for further grounding.

Sweeping up the leaves

 In London and New York.

This last one taken by my son just before his return to the UK

with this little girl.

We can't wait.

Overtaken by events

Of course I have dozens of pictures from our New York trip.

Parks, museums, streets, meals, family outings,

Trick or Treating, iconic buildings and bridges, wildlife,

autumn colour, quirky sights.

You can probably imagine most of them.

I should put them up, as a reminder of an intense and amazing experience,

but what with my computer struggling to upload said pictures

while Photos fights with iPhoto

and me struggling to imagine what's going to happen now,

the following is the best I can manage.

It's bathetic I know.

Big Bird takes a moment in Central Park.

Dead bird lies on a Manhattan pavement.

Lagging behind

As we drove from JFK to our Airbnb in Brooklyn

the cab driver had the third and final debate

between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump

playing at full volume.

These are the only posters I saw.

This rally

was largely composed of Chinese Americans

at the foot of Trump Tower.

There was no getting away from it.

The prevailing mood amongst the people we met,

seemed to be that of apologetic despair.

And that, from both sides.