Peasant Breughel. W H Auden wrote a poem about this picture. I glimpsed the white legs, the last sight of the boy, as he fell in the sea from flying too close to the sun, while ordinary life went on, and would have hoped to have raised an alarm and run to help, as would almost anyone. That wasn't the artist's point which is that events very seldom happen in our frame.
I saw a mugging one afternoon in Haringey. Until it was over I thought I was watching a couple - a young black man and an older white woman - dancing in the street. Afterwards - sure - a group of us sat with the women robbed of her handbag, lost and sad, until the police arrived, but I could remember nothing distinct enough to identify her attacker in a line up, nor could she.
Here on the ramp at New Street in Birmingham, I wasn't looking at what I'd photographed until I looked again by which time our unlikely local Icarus was gone.
Victoria Jubilee Allotments and unloaded the shed on Plot 14, carrying pieces across the rough ground weedy ground watched by a handsome black and white cat - the whole job costing £50, with probably another £50 to re-roof and glaze. = Our potatoes are looking poorly, hit by early frost, doomed by their late planting.
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Another Greek lesson with Niko last night - our first since getting home. We focussed on the verb 'I am' - είμαι....
αυτός/αυτή/αυτό (he/she/it) είναι,
αυτόι/αυτές/αυτά (female, male, neutral) είναι.
I realise a lot of the time pronouns are contained in the verb ending, but...
We also did possessive pronouns: μου = our, σου = yours, του/της/τους = his/hers/its, μας = ours, σας = yours, τους = theirs
...and telling the time, in numbers unless its a quarter or a half, then...Η παρά η και τέταρτο = quarter to or quarter past and η και μισή for half past.